[{"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-413":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},764537,1010,"Chapter 413 ROGUE ATTITUDE","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-413",413,"\u003Cp>DANIEL’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was much easier to breathe when I pushed myself to the edge of exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it actually got easier, but because everything else went quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dreams didn’t disappear. They never did. They lingered at the edges of my mind. Fragments, too large to fully understand, pressed in whenever I slowed down enough to feel them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I didn’t slow down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy across from me—Jonas—barely reset his stance before I moved. My foot pivoted, weight shifting as I closed the distance in a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought his arms up to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I adjusted mid-motion, redirected the strike just enough to catch his side rather than his guard, and pulled the impact at the last second so it didn’t land with full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still grunted, stumbling back a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your center’s too high,” I said, lowering my hands. “You’re reacting instead of anticipating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonas rubbed his side, grimacing. “Easy for you to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It should be easy for you, too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That came out harsher than I meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled, releasing tension from my shoulders. “Again,” I said, softer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We reset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he adjusted faster. Not perfect, but better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched him closely. Not just his movements, but the pauses between them. The hesitation. The instinct rising, but not quite breaking through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the part that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because strength could be broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speed could be matched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But understanding was what kept you alive when everything else failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought slid too easily into something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way the moon had dimmed—not disappeared, but suppressed, like something crushing it from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way the pack had faltered under that weight, movements slower, reactions dulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way the enemies hadn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daniel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonas was watching me, uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hadn’t moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped back, shaking off the lingering image. “Take five,” I said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief flickered across his face as he nodded and retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around us, the training grounds continued in steady motion, the rhythm of sparring and instruction filling the space with controlled noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Contained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing like the chaos from the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned away, dragging a hand through my hair as I headed toward the water station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You need to get stronger.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought had been repeating since the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the feeling of watching something terrible happen that I couldn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I would be Alpha one day; I refused to feel that kind of helplessness ever again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed my bottle and gulped down the cool water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re pushing yourself hard today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavin stood nearby, arms crossed, watching a younger group with an assessing look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need it,” I said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your parents have a habit of pushing themselves too hard, too fast. They don’t know how to stop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged. “That’s why they’re both so powerful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied me a moment longer, gave a small nod, then turned back to the field muttering, “Stubborn Blackthorne’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled. “Jonas, five mi—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shout cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another shout followed, louder this time, carrying something different from the usual training noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My head turned toward the far side of the grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crowd was forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I moved toward it instantly. The closer I got, the clearer the sounds became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impact. Shouts. Jeers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sounds that didn’t belong in controlled sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I reached the edge of the circle, the fight was already in full motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An older boy—Matt—swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smaller figure I didn’t recognize ducked under it, fast, sharp, nothing like the controlled movements we were taught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smaller one moved again, low and precise, sweeping Matt’s legs out from under him with a motion that was more instinct than technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt rose again and clipped the smaller one on the shoulder, and was rewarded with a ferocious little headbutt that made him stagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the little one charged again, I stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise cut off abruptly, like someone had pressed pause on the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both fighters froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I moved into the circle, my gaze flicking between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt was breathing hard, anger flashing across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smaller one—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green eyes, sharp and burning, fury sitting too close to the surface like it could spill over at any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is this?” I asked, my voice sharper now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Training ground rules are not optional,” I continued, letting the edge in my tone settle over the space. “We don’t fight like this here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He started it—” Matt began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shut his mouth immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to the smaller one. “And you,” I said, “you don’t belong in this circle if you can’t follow basic rules.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chin lifted in defiance, but he didn’t say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Both of you,” I said, “run the outer perimeter. Ten laps. Then report back for controlled sparring. If I see anything like this again, you’re both off the grounds for a week.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A murmur ran through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt scowled but nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smaller one didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned. “Did you hear me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not running.” The words landed flat and unapologetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few of the others shifted, tension creeping back into the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I held his gaze. I’d never seen eyes so green. “That wasn’t a suggestion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t take orders from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd reacted immediately, a mix of surprise and anticipation rippling outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a step forward. “Everyone on these grounds follows the same rules.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then maybe your rules are stupid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A couple of the younger wolves sucked in quiet breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt let out a low laugh. “Told you—rogue attitude.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smaller one’s eyes flashed. “Say that again. See if I don’t pull out every tooth in that ugly smile.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped in before it could escalate again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s enough,” I said, sharper now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at the smaller one again, more carefully this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re new, so I take it you don’t know how things work here,” I said, keeping my voice level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snorted. “Looked pretty simple to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t the wild,” I said. “You don’t prove anything by ignoring structure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I proved I can take him down,” he shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt bristled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Barely,” I said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you got hit more than you should have,” I added. “Which means if this had been real, you’d be injured or worse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not agreement. But not dismissal either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want to be here?” I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, grudgingly, “I didn’t say that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked, caught off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t want to follow the rules,” I continued, “you don’t stay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, I thought he might actually turn and walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surprising ache formed, unexpected and unwelcome, at the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before either of us could say anything else—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ava.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom was crossing the grounds, her pace controlled but purposeful, her gaze moving over the scene in a way that took everything in at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened?” she asked as she reached us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze shifted to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daniel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fight,” I said. “Escalated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes moved to the smaller figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ava, are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyebrows rose. “Ava?\" I took in the choppy haircut and the baggy clothes with fresh eyes. \"You’re a girl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snorted. “You’re clever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom stepped closer, her expression softening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ava,” she said again, quieter this time. “Hey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension in Ava’s posture didn’t disappear, but it shifted, just enough to show it wasn’t aimed at Mom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He called me a rogue,” Ava said flatly, pointing to Matt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom’s expression changed. Her gaze flicked to Matt, who immediately cowered under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That wasn’t appropriate,” she said evenly. “Ava is a guest in Nightfang, and she will be treated as such.” Her voice carried over the entire training field. “Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire field answered in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she looked back at Ava. “And fighting like that here isn’t appropriate either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ava’s jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Mom said gently, but firmly. “We don’t handle things that way here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence stretched until Ava looked away first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” she muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom exhaled, the tension easing just a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apologize,” she said to both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry,” Matt muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ava’s voice came a second later, sharper. “Yeah. Whatever. Sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom straightened with a sigh, her gaze shifting to Dad, who had appeared at some point without me noticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, his attention settling on Ava.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t like rules,” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ava crossed her arms. “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as well,” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So did I.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You wouldn’t fit well in training anyway,\" he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ava frowned. “How do you know that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged. “You’re good. Fast. Instinctive.” A beat. “But not good enough. You wouldn’t be able to keep up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scowled. \"Anything he can do,\"—she stabbed a finger in Matt’s direction—\"I can do better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad folded his arms casually. \"I’ll have to take your word for it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Ava snapped. \"I’m going to prove it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad arched a brow. \"You’ll train?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t miss a beat. \"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad sighed and shrugged like this was an inconvenience he couldn’t help. \"Okay, if you say so.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze flicked to me. “Daniel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I straightened. “Yes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He winked at me. “Keep an eye on her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pursed my lips to hide my smile and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Dad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to Ava. “You start with my group tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She made a face. “Lucky me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that was the longest I had gone without thinking about the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>",1614,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.405Z",1,"novelbin.me","f4c5187500a00c2124cd75e4e5c025a8dc3f7865308d15df469c60ee3d95fba0","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-414","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-412",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]