[{"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-37":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},764323,1010,"Chapter 37 FIGHT A DRAGON","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>ETHAN’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing else mattered. Not the way I haphazardly parked my car and stumbled out of it like a drunkard. Or the fact that I dived into oncoming traffic and narrowly missed becoming roadkill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that mattered was her—right across the road, within reach. My fucking mate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, she took an instinctive step back as I stepped directly into her path, panting like I’d run a marathon, not twenty feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened, but the surprise was brief, quickly dissolving into a look of amusement and mild intrigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crossed her arms. \"Well,\" she said, cocking her head, \"someone’s an overachiever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d just sent me on a wild goose chase, had me running around town trying to uncover a name and a damn address. Yet, despite myself, I smiled. \"Do I get bonus points for turning in my homework early, Maya Cartridge?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips twitched. \"We’ll see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a step closer to her, my eyes zeroing in on the pulse beating wildly in her neck. She could feign nonchalance and indifference all she wanted, but I knew she felt the pull between us. It thrummed between us like a live wire—dangerous, deliberate, and impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations,\" she said, her voice like velvet caressing my skin. \"You passed the first challenge with flying colors.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked. \"First?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile was slow, scheming. Dangerous. \"Next: beat me in combat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised a brow. \"Is there a final level where I have to fight a dragon and retrieve a magical stone, too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, honey.\" She reached a hand out, and my breath hitched when she ran a finger down my torso and smirked. \"I am the dragon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyebrows arched. She had to be the craziest fucking woman I’d ever met, and gods help me, I was head over heels already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll fight you,\" I said, stepping into her space. Not touching—but close enough that the energy between us crackled, undeniable. \"And I’ll win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up at me through her lashes, that familiar challenge flashing in her eyes. \"Looks like your ego is as big as you are handsome. It’ll be a shame if you’re all talk, though.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Trust me, I’m not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shrugged. \"I guess we’ll see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She started to walk away, but I caught her wrist and pulled her flush against me. Her breath hitched, and Logan surged beneath my skin, restless, growling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her scent was a heady combination that momentarily scrambled my thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know,\" I murmured, leaning in slightly. Our lips were so close I could kiss her. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her so badly. \"I’m an Alpha. We don’t like being led in circles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cocked her head. \"Then you’re welcome to bow out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gritted my teeth. \"I’m trying to respect your terms, Maya Cartridge.\" I hooked her chin with my finger and thumb, tilting her face up. \"But if you keep testing my patience, I’ll simply take you to bed and mark you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logan yipped even as my heart raced at the image of Maya naked in my bed, writhing under me, our bodies slick with sweat. Heat surged underneath my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes darkened, lust simmering underneath the challenge. But she stubbornly held on to her composure, and her smirk deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want to take me to bed, Alpha?\" She leaned in, close enough that I could feel her breath against my lips. She was testing every restraint I had, and she fucking knew it. \"Then beat me first. If you can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When?\" My voice was rough, my throat dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your choice. I’m always ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Now,’ Logan roared. ’Right fucking now.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before I could answer, a memory surged—my mother’s voice, hopeful, fragile: ’Will you come pick them up and take them to her?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stupid fucking pastries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have somewhere to be first,\" I said tightly. \"An errand to run.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cute,\" Maya replied. \"I didn’t know Alphas ran errands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one does. For family.\" I paused. \"After that, I’ll be ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached around her, unable to hide my smirk as she stiffened when my hand slipped into her back pocket and pulled out her phone. I held it up to her face and unlocked it with Face ID.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I typed my number into her phone and held it out to her without saving it. She hadn’t asked for my name and I’d be damned if I volunteered it when she’d made hers so difficult to uncover. \"Text me the venue, and I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took the device from me, eyes gleaming. \"Can’t wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, neither could I.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera opened the door with a face like stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I brought pastries,\" I said, holding up the bag like the peace offering it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t move. \"What the hell for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re from Mom,\" I said, trying to keep my voice level. \"She asked me to bring them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She folded her arms. \"Again—what the hell for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked. \"She’s your mother, and she baked you pastries, isn’t that reason enough? They’re your favorite, too, cinnamon raspberry, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at me for one long second before she laughed, dry and sharp. \"Cinnamon raspberry is Celeste’s favorite, Ethan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked. \"No, that can’t be right—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That the only person whose tastes mattered to Mom was Celeste?\" She shrugged. \"Sounds about right to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scoffed. \"I can’t fucking believe her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled. \"It was an honest mistake. There’s no need to be so hostile; we’re family.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes narrowed, and I immediately regretted my words. I fought the urge to take a step back, remembering how she’d shoved me almost halfway across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Family.\" She repeated the word as if it were a foreign language. \"Do you even know the meaning of that word, Ethan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because last I checked, family doesn’t push you away for one mistake. Family doesn’t scoff at you and hide you away and write you off because of a defect. And family knows what fucking dessert you like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, come on,\" I sighed in exasperation. \"Like you know mundane facts like that about—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your favorite pastry is lemon squares—specifically the ones at that little bakery opposite the pack house. Your favorite color is gray; you hate classical music because you think melody without lyrics is a ridiculous phenomenon, and you’ll die before you put pineapple on pizza.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked at her, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crossed her arms. \"What about me, big brother?\" she sneered. \"What’s my favorite color? Favorite food? Pet peeve? What music do I like or dislike?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened my mouth. Closed it. Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That silence was a goddamn scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face crumpled for a heartbeat before it hardened again. \"That’s what I thought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sera, I—\" I had no words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Call it the law of elasticity, call it self-preservation.’ Gavin’s words were deafening in my head. ’Sera reached her limit and snapped.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Best get those to Celeste before they get cold,\" she said, nodding to the pastry bag in my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped back into her house. \"I’ve done just fine without you all for the last ten years, and I don’t need olive branches or attempts to rebuild decimated bridges.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice broke a little, but she pushed on. \"If you care about me like you so adamantly claim, leave me the fuck alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door slammed in my face. I stared at it, a hollowness spreading in my chest, quickly filling up with guilt and frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, my phone buzzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unknown number, but I instantly knew who it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Venue secured. You ready, Alpha?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at the text, the ache in my chest shifting into something sharper. Something hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, I was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I needed an outlet for the torrent of emotions swirling within me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if the avenue for that happened to be the woman driving me to the edge of madness, all the better.\u003C\u002Fp>",1314,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.125Z",1,"novelbin.me","cfbe1d3b7e45e5d7b29da222b4539a1ed4a0559d0c6fdfdd68d3b2ef5b64dea9","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-38","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-36",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]