[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her":3,"chapter-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-274":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},764398,1010,"Chapter 274 SAFE","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-274",274,"\u003Cp>CELESTE’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chain snapped tight as I was hauled forward, biting into my shoulder until pain flared, raw and searing. I stumbled off the truck, landing on concrete steeped in oil and decay. My bare feet slipped. Laughter echoed, sharp and cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seriously,” another voice drawled. “Don’t fucking bruise the goods. He’s not going to be happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My stomach lurched at that damning word again: goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill swept over my skin as the doors crashed shut behind us. The sound reverberated, heavy and final, like a lid sealed. I drew a breath that tasted metallic and stale, saturated with suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the dull roar in my skull, I realized that we were lined up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chains tugged as bodies were forced into order, collars clinking in a helpless, defeated rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone whimpered behind me. Someone else retched and sobbed until a sharp blow cut the sound off mid-breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eyes down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lifted my chin out of reflex. They may have taken me to gods knew where and reduced me to about an inch tall, but I still had my pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste Lockwood would always hold her head up high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fist cracked across my jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A constellation of pain exploded behind my eyes as my head whipped sideways, teeth jarring together. Blood bloomed, warm and coppery, on my tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said, eyes down,” the man snarled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Celeste?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I jerked violently, breath hitching as my body recoiled before my mind caught up—muscles locking, breath slicing into my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hands twitched, fingers curling inward, expecting resistance. Iron. Weight. Pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, my nails bit into my own palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sucked in a breath that tasted of salt and warm air, not metal. Not rust. Not rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun above the Maldivian sky was bright enough to hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spilled across the water in blinding shards of gold, dancing atop the waves. The blue was flawless, merciless in its beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Palm fronds drifted overhead, their shadows weaving gentle, shifting patterns across the pale stone beneath my feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere nearby, waves lapped gently against the shore, rhythmic and indulgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun. Sand. Beach. Island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beautiful, peaceful, perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine’s island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Safe. I was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Celeste?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omega servant stood a few steps away, hands folded neatly in front of her. She was young—barely more than a girl—with dark hair pulled back tight and eyes that never quite lifted to meet mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked nothing like Olivia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet every time I saw her, agony lanced through my heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your treatment is scheduled to begin in ten minutes,” she said gently. “Lady Catherine asked me to fetch you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mouth tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced toward the open doors leading back into the villa, where cool marble and filtered air waited. Where that room waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be there,” I said, sharper than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dipped her head and retreated without another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lingered on the chaise lounge, my heart thudding too hard, too fast. I forced myself to draw in breath after breath, slow and measured, the way Catherine had taught me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the truth I repeated until it stuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine had found me. Pulled me out before the worst could happen. That was what mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I eased myself upright, muscles stiff and joints aching with a pain that had nothing to do with lounging too long in the sun. The ocean glittered back, vast and indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let out a slow breath, fingers raking through my hair—then froze as my eyes caught on my wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bare skin stared back at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No ink. No mark. No faint shimmer beneath the surface where my bond with Brett had once rested like a living thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tattoo we’d gotten had stayed even after the bond was severed because my wolf, weak as she was, still lived within me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strangled cry ripped from my throat as grief crashed over me, sudden and suffocating. My chest cinched tight, pain flaring sharp behind my sternum, and then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The escape attempt erupted without warning, fierce and chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia had planned it in whispers and stolen glances, timing the guards’ rotations, counting steps in the dark. She shoved a broken piece of metal—plate or cup, I think—into my hand, her grip fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I say run,” she told me, eyes blazing, “you don’t stop. Don’t look back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes widened. “What about you? We have to get out of here together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave me a grim smile. “One of us is enough. I’ll distract them—go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oliv—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alarms screamed and chaos erupted—shouts, gunfire, bodies slamming into concrete. I sprinted barefoot through corridors slick with blood and terror, Olivia’s screams echoing behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blow crashed into my back. I hit the ground, air knocked from my lungs as pain shot up my spine. Hands seized me—too many, everywhere—dragging me backward across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” I scraped at the concrete, nails splitting, skin shredding. Panic drowned out thought. Fear roared so loud it swallowed everything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressure erupted in my chest, sudden and violent, as if a fist punched outward from inside my ribs. Heat surged through my veins, sharp and dizzying. Gold bled into the edges of my vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kharis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name tore through me like a prayer and a scream all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She burst through the suppression like a wounded animal shattering its cage. Weak—gods, so weak—but furious. Protective. Mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body convulsed as I tried to Shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones screamed. Muscles seized halfway between forms, skin burning as if it were being peeled from the inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I screamed, the sound raw and ragged as power ripped through me in jagged, uncontrollable bursts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claws—half-formed but razor-sharp—slashed across flesh. Someone collapsed, screaming. Another crashed into the wall with a sickening crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sensed it more than saw it, instinct blurring with sensation as I fought with every scrap of strength I had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I didn’t have much left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surge faltered, sputtering like a dying flame gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Kharis!’ I screamed inside myself, terror spiking as the heat drained too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She answered with a sound that wasn’t words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain. Apology. Resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I saw Olivia then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guard had her by the arm, wrenching it behind her at an unnatural angle. She didn’t scream. She just looked at me—eyes wide, fierce, desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run!” she called out. “Run, Celeste—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shot echoed deafeningly loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia’s body jerked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” I screamed, the word shredding my throat as I lunged forward, power flaring wild and useless. I reached for her, my fingers grazed fabric, skin—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something slammed into my side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another blow followed. And another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crashed to the ground, vision spinning, blood flooding my mouth. The world lurched as boots slammed into my ribs, my back, my legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kharis surged one last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to save me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To shield me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt her wrap around my core, burning bright and fleeting, pouring everything she had into one last desperate stand. Suppression crashed down, brutal and absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her presence tore away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence was immediate. Absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” I whispered, choking, empty. “No—please—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brett’s voice surfaced, unwanted and cruel in its clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Stop keeping her locked away like she’s some inconvenience you wish never existed.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Free her. Or one day, you’ll break in ways you can’t recover from.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I squeezed my eyes shut, jaw clenching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories of Brett were the worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was where I traced the rot. The beginning of my downfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I’d stayed with him. If I hadn’t decided that loving him was a liability instead of a refuge. If I hadn’t suppressed my wolf to remove all traces of my past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Kharis have been strong enough to protect me all along?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would I still have her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would I still be whole?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Celeste.” Catherine’s voice drifted through the haze, calm and controlled as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I straightened by reflex, masking my expression before turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My godmother stood in the doorway, sunlight framing her, immaculate in pale linen, silver hair swept into an elegant twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always seemed untouched by the world, no matter what storms raged around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re slipping again,” she said gently, stepping closer. “I’ve told you to let the memories flow over you, not through. The equipment won’t sync properly if your brainwaves are agitated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine,” I said, though my fingers were clenched so tightly my nails cut into my palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried to focus on Catherine, on her clear grey eyes and pretty smile. The woman who had saved me. The person whom I trusted most in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She studied me for a long moment, her gaze keen and measuring. Then she smiled, soft and reassuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course you are,” she said, holding her hand out. “Come. We have work to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1461,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.405Z",1,"novelbin.me","db616beef8546d70df0157096ac327355ec12b91abcfea6487013b4ee03adec3","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-275","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-273",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]