[{"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-465":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},764351,1010,"Chapter 465 JACK DRAVEN THE ENEMY","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-465",465,"\u003Cp>JACK’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The television shattered against the wall of my quarters in Silverpine hard enough to send sparks bursting across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glass exploded across the floor. One rogue by the door flinched and lowered his gaze before I could turn my fury on him next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen—before I destroyed it—Seraphina Blackthorne had stood beneath the lights beside Kieran as if she belonged there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is your last chance, Jack. Stop hiding behind innocent rogues and own up to your crimes.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My jaw clenched so violently it hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it across the room. It crashed into a metal shelving unit hard enough to dent steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should have killed that bitch when I had the chance,” I snarled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody was stupid enough to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rooms my father had shoved me into in Silverpine’s lower compound reeked of oil, rust, damp concrete, and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underground section of the pack territory had once been used for military storage decades ago, before Marcus converted portions of it into hidden operational space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was where I was hiding from the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How fucking fitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men moved carefully around me, pretending to focus on weapons inventories and transport manifests while avoiding direct eye contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cowards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every last one of them had started acting like prey ever since Kieran’s announcement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could smell it on them—anxiety, doubt, the sickening instinct to survive by abandoning ship the moment pressure started mounting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worst part was that Seraphina had done it brilliantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That damned runt had taken the narrative right out of my hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her press conference, people had been afraid enough to lash out blindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rogues were angry. Packs were angry. Humans were angry. The whole damn world had been one push away from chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos was useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos buried tracks and muddled evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she stepped in front of the cameras and drew a line so cleanly that now every rogue with half a brain was starting to distance themselves from me instead of rallying behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack Draven the trafficker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack Draven the terrorist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack Draven the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slammed my fist into the wall. Concrete cracked beneath the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That manipulative bitch,” I hissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low voice came carefully from behind me. “The northern routes are collapsing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rogue messenger almost swallowed his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Explain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The border contacts are pulling out,” he said quickly. “Some of them are burning records before allied forces can raid them. A few safehouses already emptied overnight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they were scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Kieran Blackthorne had finally stepped into the light publicly instead of fighting through whispers and hidden retaliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Seraphina had made it politically safe for people to betray me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they had the nerve to give me a fucking ultimatum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage burned hotter in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should have fucking killed her when I had the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would have been so easy, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been so weak, so vulnerable, so breakable before she transformed into this impossible thing standing beside Nightfang like a queen born for war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should have snapped her neck before Kieran ever had the chance to turn her into a symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought barely settled before the doors at the far end of the underground room opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rogues around me stiffened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus entered first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father carried silence with him the same way Kieran carried authority. Heavy. Absolute. Suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Silverpine wolves followed behind him, both members of his personal guard, but they remained near the entrance instead of approaching directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus did not look angry—which was bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father’s anger was predictable and manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when his expression turned cold and bland, I never knew what was coming next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your temper tantrums were always expensive,” he said mildly, glancing toward the destroyed television.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laughed sharply. “You’re worried about a fucking television right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m worried about your incompetence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My wolf surged beneath my skin. It was dangerous to lose control in front of my father, but I was too furious to care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You saw the press conference,” I snapped. “You saw what they’re doing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re choking the routes, freezing accounts, raiding warehouses—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The single word hit like a slap. My hands curled into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And?” I echoed incredulously. “That’s your response?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus looked at me for a long moment, and suddenly I felt fourteen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bleeding. Bruised. Standing in front of him after my first failed operation, while he explained calmly why weak wolves died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why I would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your problem,” he said evenly, “is that you keep confusing noise with power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a step toward him, and one of the guards tensed. I ignored him. My wolf was so riled up that the slightest scent of a threat and the broken television would be the least of my father’s problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lend me troops,” I demanded. “Enough to move aggressively. I’ll rally the rogues still loyal to us and crush Nightfang before they finish consolidating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus stared at me like I had said something profoundly disappointing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think this is the time for open war?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s already war.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” he said coldly. “This is positioning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My pulse hammered violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Positioning?” I barked. “Kieran’s dismantling everything we built!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His calm made me want to tear the room apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s turning the public against us,” I snarled. “Even rogues are starting to panic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus remained unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Public opinion is temporary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe,” I shot back. “But fear isn’t temporary. That shit grows and mutates, and once it gathers enough momentum, I’ll be finished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, something sharpened faintly in his gaze—annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pressed harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me enough men to strike first,” I said. “We hit their supply lines. Their communications. Their outer patrols. Make the allied packs bleed before they finish organizing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus’s voice dropped lower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bared my teeth. “Then we rip Kieran Blackthorne apart and make Seraphina watch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Marcus sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so fucking emotional,” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m reacting appropriately to a threat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re reacting like a wounded wild animal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The insult hit its mark, and my wolf lunged inside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearest lights flickered from the surge of pressure exploding out of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I’m weak?” I growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think you’re impatient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who gives a shit about patience when Seraphina Blackthorne is turning the entire continent against us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At her name, something ugly flashed through me again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White hot hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hated that she kept surviving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hated that every time someone tried to break her, she came back stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hated the way people looked at her now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she was something righteous. Something worthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spat onto the floor. “I should’ve carved her fucking heart out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And yet you could never quite manage to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new voice drifted smoothly through the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hadn’t even heard him enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood near the far hallway, dressed entirely in black, his expression unreadable beneath the dim industrial lighting of the underground compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My irritation sharpened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something wrong with him now, different from the last time I saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something hollowed out beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his movements seemed controlled, as if invisible chains bound his throat and limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes settled on me calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You underestimate Sera and Kieran if you think you can storm their fortress with some rogues and come out victorious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I barked out a harsh laugh. “You sound awfully biased toward her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker crossed his expression so quickly most people would have missed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus’s gaze shifted toward Lucian briefly before returning to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You will not attack Nightfang,” Marcus said. “You will do nothing but stay here and wait for my instructions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My temper finally snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t tell me what to do!” I roared, the pressure from my wolf exploding outward hard enough to rattle the metal shelves again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several rogues backed away immediately. One actually stumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear felt better than weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We are bleeding resources while you sit here with your thumbs up your ass!” I shouted. “You and Catherine keep talking about your stupid covert plans while Kieran gains more allies every day!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus’s eyes darkened. “You speak as though you understand the full scope of what is happening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” he said. “You don’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red haze tainted my vision, and I felt the telltale sting of my claws piercing through my skin. “Then make me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I froze as a chill slid down the back of my neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My wolf jerked fiercely beneath my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned sharply—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian stood closer now, his gaze locked onto mine with eerie stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jack,” he said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every instinct I had screamed. I moved instantly, lunging toward him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain detonated inside my skull, and my vision fractured violently. The room tilted sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My knees hit the floor hard enough to crack concrete. Rage exploded through me immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next wave hit harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My thoughts tangled. The room blurred at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried forcing my wolf forward, but something icy wrapped around my mind and dragged downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing. Binding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian’s expression remained horrifyingly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did I say about acting out of line?” he said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘....Whether you can stay in line long enough not to become a problem again. Feel free to act out of line; it’ll be my pleasure to set you straight.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I snarled and tried to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor swayed beneath me, and I dropped to my knees again. My limbs suddenly felt too heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get...out...me...” I slurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure inside my head thickened like drowning in black water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the haze, I heard Marcus moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boots against concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unhurried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped beside me, but I could barely focus on him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You lack discipline,” he said. “But you are the curse I have to bear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t formulate a response more than a snarl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, I truly loathed my father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave him,\" he said. \"Let him sleep it off. We need to go now. Catherine is ready for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For what?” Lucian asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus answered, “The experiment has reached its final stage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold unease cut faintly through the drugged fog swallowing my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried forcing myself upright again, but nothing obeyed properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing I heard before unconsciousness swallowed me completely was the sound of footsteps retreating deeper into Silverpine’s underground compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And my father’s low murmur to Lucian: “It’s finally time for your true contribution.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1770,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.405Z",1,"novelbin.me","b8850163086dc1d063d63378fb72282f73a37658fdfe06945e85f879c7607f61","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-466","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-464",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]