[{"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-32":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},764318,1010,"Chapter 32 MY LUNA","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>SERAPHINA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As we walked, my shoulders started to ache—not from the bags I was carrying, but from the weight I thought I’d finally shrugged off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried to hide it. I smiled at Maya, thanked her a thousand times, even made a joke about tripping in one of the ridiculous heels she made me buy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the truth? My shopping spirit had flatlined somewhere between Emma’s sneer and Celeste’s smug little declaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, it echoed in my head: ’Kieran’s already made his choice.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew that. And it shouldn’t have bothered me one bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, hearing it—spoken with such confidence, like I was nothing but a discarded mistake—burned hotter than any insult ever could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay, one last stop,\" Maya announced as we pulled up to our cars. \"My car has been acting up lately,\"—she tapped on the hood for emphasis—\"and if that isn’t a sign that I need a new whip, I don’t know what is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed to the dealership across the street from the mall. \"Let’s drop our bags and—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think I’ll head home,\" I said. \"I need to... decompress. Maybe take a nap before dinner. It’s been quite a day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maya narrowed her eyes slightly. \"I thought we could grab dinner together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I forced a grin. \"Rain check?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lower lip. \"You’re not letting those girls get to you, right? They’re all fucking juvenile. Not worth the headspace, Sera.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded, my jaw aching with the strained smile. \"I know, Maya. And thanks for that earlier; it was pretty badass.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded slowly. \"Alright, birthday girl. You promise you’re not going home to sulk under a blanket?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shook my head. \"I’m not.\" At least I hoped I wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched me a beat longer, then nodded. \"Okay then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched me as I unlocked my car and put my shopping bags inside. Before I slid into the driver’s seat, I waved at her cheerfully, pretending like I didn’t feel as if I’d just been shoved ten steps backward in my healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MAYA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve walked into ambushes alone and walked out without a scratch. Once took down an Alpha twice my size with plastic chopsticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nothing—and I mean nothing—could’ve prepared me for the jolt that went through me the moment I stepped into that godforsaken dealership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d been distracted, worrying about my new friend and all the forces of the world that conspired to hurt her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d been wondering what else I could do to help her, to ease the weight she constantly carried like a pain mule, when I felt it—white hot lightning rushing through my body, freezing me in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All my senses honed in on the source of that feeling, and I felt my wolf, Nyra, stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was leaning against the hood of a dark green Mercedes G-Wagon, all polished steel and understated arrogance, casually arguing with the service manager like he owned the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wouldn’t have noticed him if the bond hadn’t punched me in the chest like a battering ram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Mate!’ Nyra howled. The sound filled my head. Awareness spread through my body. The sheer force of my realization gave me vertigo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall. Broad-shouldered. A clean-shaven jaw I could already see myself punching for fun. And those eyes—like storm clouds gathering in a clear blue sky—locked on me the moment I entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I saw his body tense as he straightened, saw his pupils dilate. Felt the weight of his attention on me, the service manager suddenly an afterthought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started toward me, slow and cautious, probably trying to play it cool despite the magnetic pull humming between us like a live wire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step he took toward me reflected in my pounding heart, but I forced it to be still, forced my nerves to ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was Maya fucking Cartridge, and I didn’t get fazed. Mate or no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey—\" he began. His voice was warm silk, smooth and rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised a brow. \"If you’re about to say you think we know each other, don’t. It’s cliché.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked. Then laughed. Damn it. It was a nice laugh—it curled into the air between us, oddly intimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nyra purred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wasn’t. I was going to say\"—he stuck out a hand—\"I’d like to know your name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My lips twitched. \"Would you now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost told him. Almost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d always found the idea of fated mates a little ridiculous. No disrespect to the moon goddess, but if I was going to be with someone for the rest of my life, it would be my decision, not fate’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t the kind of girl you stumbled upon and just claimed. I had to be earned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a step closer. Close enough to let the tension sharpen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scent hit me—dark leather with a trace of pine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My senses sharpened. In recognition. In hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then here’s a challenge, mystery man.\" I forced my voice to steady, to not betray the longing coiling in my belly. \"You’ve got one week. Find out who I am—without using the bond. No sniffing, no asking around the pack, no cheating. And if you manage that...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows lifted, intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...then we’ll talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darkened, his lips quirking. \"A challenge... Interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilted my head. \"Are you up for it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flit to my lips, and almost instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Explosive, no doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Definitely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smirked and turned to leave. There was no way in hell I could focus on car shopping when he was in the vicinity, within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See you in a week, stud. Let’s see what you’re made of.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CELESTE’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma wouldn’t stop checking the mirror in her compact. I didn’t blame her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d told her to go with soft curls and a peachy-nude lip, something pretty and approachable—not desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked perfect. All we needed was for Ethan to show up and notice it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d planned it perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d asked Ethan to pick me up from the mall. Meeting Emma here would be a ’happy coincidence,’ followed by a casual movie invite. At that point, I would suddenly feel sick and take an Uber home to get some rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma had carried a torch for Ethan for years, and it shouldn’t have to take much to create a spark between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except he was almost an hour late, and Abby and I were running out of things to say that would keep Emma’s nerves from unraveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s coming,\" I repeated, more for myself than her. \"He probably got caught up at the car dealership. You know how he is when he starts talking about cars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma gave me a tight nod, but her eyes kept darting toward the boutique’s glass doors—the same ones Sera and her little bodyguard had walked through earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire interaction still left a bad taste in my mouth and simmering anger in my chest. I didn’t know what I hated more: Sera pretending she belonged in a place like this, or that smug little curl on her friend’s lips as she defended the cunning snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shoved all thoughts of them to the back of my mind, ignoring my cheek stinging with the memory of Sera’s slap. Everything concerning my older sister filled me with a bitterness that eclipsed all else, and I couldn’t afford a distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was about Emma. About putting the right people in the right place—starting with making sure Ethan finally saw what was right in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spotted him just as Emma stood to smooth her dress. He came from across the mall, weaving through the late-afternoon crowd. The moment I saw his face, something shifted in my gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked... off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were unfocused. His movements sharp, tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like his whole body was vibrating with something he hadn’t figured out how to process yet. There was this strange energy rolling off him—almost like he was holding back a Shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey!\" I waved lightly. \"Over here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ethan,\" Emma said as he approached, giving him her best sweet smile. \"It’s good to see you; it’s been a while.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he didn’t respond. His jaw flexed, and he looked past us—like his mind was somewhere else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, finally, he blinked and looked at Emma. Then at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from my friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ethan,\" I hissed. \"You just ignored Emma. You’re being rude.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I found her,\" he said, a tremor in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My mate,\" he clarified, a tinge of awe in his voice. \"My Luna.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes widened. \"What?! Who?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t elaborate. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t bragging. He looked... stunned. Wrecked. Disoriented. Like the ground had shifted under him, and he hadn’t quite caught his balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped closer. \"Are you sure?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes finally focused on me, and I saw it. That flicker of knowing. Of instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As sure as the blood pumping in my veins,\" he answered, his voice low. \"Logan sensed her instantly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wolf aura glowed in his eyes as if Logan himself was trying to confirm Ethan’s declaration. There was no denying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan turned, and I reached out, grabbing his hand. \"Wait,\" I said. \"Emma wanted to know if you wanted to watch a movie with her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at me like I’d suggested he strip and run naked through the mall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently but firmly pulled his arm out of my grasp. \"I have no time for that. I need to find out who she is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glazed over, and I knew he was thinking about her—his mate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already halfway across the tiled floor by the time I processed what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to Emma, and she blinked at me curiously. I didn’t know what to say to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because I was heartbroken for her, but because I was already calculating what this meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ethan had truly found his mate, then everything I’d been quietly orchestrating—positioning Emma at his side, guiding the narrative—would unravel in a blink. And more importantly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d lose influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma would have been the perfect Luna—not too ambitious, not too clever. Loyal to me. Malleable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could’ve whispered in her ear and held the reins without anyone noticing. I would’ve remained important. Visible. The sister who built the Luna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Ethan was tethered to someone I didn’t know. Someone I hadn’t chosen. Someone I couldn’t control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that? That was the real danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if his mate had a mind of her own, if she didn’t need help, or worse, didn’t want mine, then where did that leave me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had to find her and somehow steer my brother away from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>",1814,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.125Z",1,"novelbin.me","42066cfd663557d413b3dff0f986ec2f755a6e071e0bca15f2a687fe5ca139c9","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-33","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-31",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]