[{"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-412":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},764536,1010,"Chapter 412 KINDA SCREAMS ROGUE","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-412",412,"\u003Cp>AVA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t like how quiet my room was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a nice room. Too nice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed was soft, swallowing movement rather than creaking beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The window let in light that wasn’t filtered through cracks or dirt, and the air didn’t smell like damp stone or medicine or something slowly dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just the room that was quiet; everything was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No footsteps outside the door. No muttered voices through thin walls. No constant awareness that someone might come in without knocking and throw me out for not having the measly rent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reason to stay alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body didn’t know what to do with that. It didn’t know how to survive in any mode but high alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swung my legs once, twice, staring at the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d brought food earlier. Warm. Fresh. Enough for three people, not one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d eaten it because not eating would’ve been stupid, but the whole time I’d kept expecting someone to take it away halfway through, or tell me I’d had enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled slowly and pushed myself off the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera had said I could go to her if I needed anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I didn’t technically need anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she was busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time she came to check up on me, I felt her urgency, like she couldn’t wait to get to the next thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had big things to deal with, and I wasn’t going to be the kid who tugged on her sleeve because I didn’t know what to do with a quiet room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not a baby,” I muttered under my breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words sounded stupid in the quiet space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway outside was wide and bright, nothing like Moonlight Alley’s narrow passages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My footsteps barely made a sound against the floor as I stepped out, closing the door behind me with a soft click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one stopped me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one even noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I moved slowly at first, then faster, following the faint sounds of movement drifting in from somewhere deeper in the packhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices. Shouts. Impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physical activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, at least, sounded familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The training grounds weren’t what I expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were bigger. Open. Structured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were marked areas, weapons laid out neatly, groups moving in patterns that looked like chaos until you watched long enough to see the rhythm underneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stayed near the edge at first, leaning against the wooden barrier, watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From pups my age to full adults, wolves moved in pairs, sparring with controlled strikes, their movements sharp but restrained, like they were holding something back even when they hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilted my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you were going to hit someone, you hit them. What was the point of pulling back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair closer to me broke apart, one of them laughing as he rolled his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re getting slow,” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or you’re getting predictable,” the other shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pushed off the barrier and stepped a little closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I drifted along the edge, watching different groups, unconsciously studying their movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one telegraphed his strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one left his side open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You gonna keep staring, or you actually got something to say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice cut across my thoughts, sharp enough to make me stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boy stood a few feet away, maybe a couple of years older than me, arms crossed, chin tilted just enough to make it clear he thought he owned the ground he was standing on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, a few others lingered, watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged. “Just looking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snorted. “Yeah, well, you’re doing it weird.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised a brow. “Didn’t know there was a rulebook for looking. May I please have your copy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A couple of the others snickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed. “You’re not from here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s what I thought,” he went on, pushing off from where he stood and stepping closer. “So what are you doing on our training grounds?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Walking,” I said flatly. “If you have that rulebook edition too, I’d love to get a look at it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More snickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered. “Funny.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged. “I try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze sharpened, irritation flickering into something more pointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who brought you in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged again. “Does it matter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It does if you’re sneaking around where you don’t belong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My nerves rattled, but it wasn’t fear; it felt hotter, like anger bubbling up—something I knew too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not sneaking,” I said, my voice going a little colder. “I walked in through the front like everyone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snorted, eyeing me from head to toe, taking in my clothes and posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sure you didn’t crawl up through the sewer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stiffened. “Excuse me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged, casual in a way that wasn’t casual at all. “No pack mark. No recognizable scent.” His sneer widened. “Kinda screams rogue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word hit like a spark in dry grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything in me snapped tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t,” I snarled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked once, like he hadn’t expected that tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edge in my voice sharpened, something dangerous threading through it before I could stop it. “Don’t call me that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” he chuckled. “Did I hit a nerve?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a step forward before I could think better of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said don’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Awwn, is the little rogue touchy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it. I snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hand shot out, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him forward just as my knee drove up into his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air whooshed out of him in a sharp grunt, his body folding instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps and shouts erupted around us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shoved him back, letting go just long enough to swing when he tried to straighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely got his arms up in time, the impact jarring through both of us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crazy little—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ducked under his swing, drove my shoulder into his side, and took us both down hard, the ground slamming into my back for half a second before I twisted and came up on top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands grabbed at me from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey—break it up—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged them off with a sharp elbow, barely registering who I hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy bucked under me, managing to shove me sideways just enough to scramble up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We circled each other now, breaths sharp, the space around us widening as the others backed up just enough to give us room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe just to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay down,” he snapped, wiping at his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bared my teeth, fully aware that one of my incisors was still growing in. “Make me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he was ready for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strike came faster, cleaner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had real training—I felt it in the way he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t meet it head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, I slipped to the side, letting the momentum carry him just past me before I grabbed his arm and twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hissed, but instead of pulling away, he pivoted into it, using the turn to swing his other arm toward my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dropped low. My foot swept out, catching his ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers broke out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get him—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t let her—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noise filled the space, loud and messy and feeding the fight in a way that made everything sharper and hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t hear words anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled, came up again, faster this time, anger burning through whatever control he’d had before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew how to fight that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We collided again, rougher now, less controlled, more instinct than technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a hit to the shoulder that made my arm go numb for a second, but I used the closeness to drive my head forward, cracking it against his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swore, staggering back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t give him time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lunged—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something in the air shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because I wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I couldn’t not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy stilled too, chest heaving, eyes flicking past me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boy about my age stood at the edge of the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing flashy about him, nothing loud or aggressive, but the space around him felt...different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like everything had instinctively tilted slightly in his direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze moved from me to the other boy, then to the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when it landed on me again, all the breath whooshed out of my lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>",1416,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.405Z",1,"novelbin.me","ee4e03a74662379e6bd0f2ff187a2a1fcd375168c3b6facecd800b39af9302c3","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-413","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-411",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]