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My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

129 Chapter 129 ARCHERY QUEEN · Nov 02, 2026

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101 101 Chapter 101 CYBER STALKING 2026-11-02
102 102 Chapter 102 A CHANCE TO SHINE 2026-11-02
103 103 Chapter 103 AN IMMUNITY TO CATTY BITCHES 2026-11-02
104 104 Chapter 104 A FEW COWS 2026-11-02
105 105 Chapter 105 THREE TIMES 2026-11-02
106 106 Chapter 106 THE LOCKWOOD FAMILY TREE 2026-11-02
107 107 Chapter 107 THE SAME MISTAKE 2026-11-02
108 108 Chapter 108 THE REAL VICTIM 2026-11-02
109 109 Chapter 109 THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE 2026-11-02
110 110 Chapter 110 BROKEN DOLL 2026-11-02
111 111 Chapter 111 REDEMPTION ARC 2026-11-02
112 112 Chapter 112 PERFECT WORLD 2026-11-02
113 113 Chapter 113 PATIENCE 2026-11-02
114 114 Chapter 114 TOO LITTLE TOO LATE 2026-11-02
115 115 Chapter 115 REGRETS AND WHAT-IFS 2026-11-02
116 116 Chapter 116 MY WEAKNESS 2026-11-02
117 117 Chapter 117 MY HERO 2026-11-02
118 118 Chapter 118 UNSTOPPABLE FORCE 2026-11-02
119 119 Chapter 119 SERA OF OTS 2026-11-02
120 120 Chapter 120 PLAYGROUND BULLY 2026-11-02
121 121 Chapter 121 SCHEDULED DOSE OF POISON 2026-11-02
122 122 Chapter 122 TOXIC PRINCESS 2026-11-02
123 123 Chapter 123 HOVERING PREDECESSOR 2026-11-02
124 124 Chapter 124 PEACE OFFERING 2026-11-02
125 125 Chapter 125 LOCKWOOD INSTINCT 2026-11-02
126 126 Chapter 126 PRETTY LITTLE DECORATION 2026-11-02
127 127 Chapter 127 PRETTY FUCKING IMPRESSIVE 2026-11-02
128 128 Chapter 128 UNCHARTED TERRITORY 2026-11-02
129 129 Chapter 129 ARCHERY QUEEN 2026-11-02
130 130 Chapter 130 PART OF THE STORM 2026-11-02
131 131 Chapter 131 FRAGILE AND SOLID 2026-11-02
132 132 Chapter 132 HER DREAM 2026-11-02
133 133 Chapter 133 MADDENING AND INTOXICATING 2026-11-02
134 134 Chapter 134 MERRY BAND 2026-11-02
135 135 Chapter 135 THE MISTY WOODS 2026-11-02
136 136 Chapter 136 LITTLE MISS I’M-THE-STRONGEST-HERE 2026-11-02
137 137 Chapter 137 SIDE BY SIDE 2026-11-02
138 138 Chapter 138 ANOTHER LECTURE 2026-11-02
139 139 Chapter 139 SEA BREEZE 2026-11-02
140 140 Chapter 140 LONGING AND DISCOMFORT 2026-11-02
141 141 Chapter 141 CRUEL HALLUCINATION 2026-11-02
142 142 Chapter 142 THE RESONANT LABYRINTH 2026-11-02
143 143 Chapter 143 MEAT FOR BRAINS 2026-11-02
144 144 Chapter 144 TRASH TALKING 2026-11-02
145 145 Chapter 145 ANOTHER REST DAY 2026-11-02
146 146 Chapter 146 PERFECTLY IN SYNC 2026-11-02
147 147 Chapter 147 AS SIMPLE AS A DANCE 2026-11-02
148 148 Chapter 148 DUTY AND DESIRE 2026-11-02
149 149 Chapter 149 SNOWFIELD 2026-11-02
150 150 Chapter 150 ALINA 2026-11-02

129: Chapter 129 ARCHERY QUEEN 129: Chapter 129 ARCHERY QUEEN SERAPHINA’S POV

The bow was heavier than I expected, but it settled into my grip like it belonged there, and the comfort of its familiarity soothed me.

A hush rippled through the crowd as I stepped into the cordoned-off area.

My stomach churned—not from fear, but from the sheer awareness of how many eyes followed my every move.

The rules had been called out, loud and clear: No werewolf heightened senses.

Only human skill and focus.

Helen stood across from me, already poised, bowstring taut, eyes gleaming with smug confidence.

Good.

Let her underestimate me.

The attendant raised his hand.

“First round.

Three arrows each.

Highest total score advances.”

I inhaled.

Exhaled.

The string drew back against my cheek, the feather of the arrow brushing my jaw.

My heartbeat steadied as I released.

Thwack.

Dead center.

Gasps echoed.

Scattered applause.

Helen fired next—solid, but just shy of the bullseye.

Her mouth tightened, smile faltering before she forced it back on.

The rest followed the same rhythm.

My arrows sang truer, sharper.

By the final shot, the outcome was undeniable.

The attendant lifted his arm over my head.

“Winner—Seraphina Blackthorne.”

Applause crashed like a wave, rousing and unrestrained.

Even those who hadn’t cared a moment ago now leaned forward, curious, impressed.

Helen lowered her bow, jaw rigid.

For a heartbeat, I thought she’d throw a tantrum, contest my win, express outrage at being bested by lowly Seraphina.

Then, with stiff dignity, she inclined her head.

“As promised, I owe you a favor.

Name it when you wish.”

I smiled, bowing slightly, though my chest still heaved with adrenaline.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

More applause followed, approval washing over me like warm sunlight.

For the first time in such a public arena, it wasn’t whispers of doubt that followed my name—it was admiration.

But then, like a discordant note cutting through harmony, a voice pierced the air.

“Unimpressive.”

The single word slithered across the crowd, silencing claps.

My stomach coiled instantly—I knew that voice.

Abby.

She stepped forward, arms folded, eyes bright with scorn.

“Really, everyone’s so easily dazzled.

Archery, darts, knife-throwing—those are all Lockwood specialties.

It’s practically bred into them.

If anything, Seraphina is only playing her part as a Lockwood daughter.

But,”—her lips curled—“the true archery queen was always Celeste.”

The name struck like a spark to dry wood.

Curious murmurs rippled, heads turning.

And of course, summoned by the attention, Celeste stepped out gracefully from the crowd.

Abby easily fit beside her, flanking her along with Emma on the other side.

Her dress caught the light like spun silver, her smile soft, deceptively demure.

“Oh, Abby,” she said, voice honey-smooth, feigning modesty, “you exaggerate.”

But her eyes—oh, her eyes—glittered with triumph.

Her favorite place to be had always been under the spotlight.

Someone in the crowd spoke up eagerly.

“Then prove it!

A contest between the sisters!”

My grip tightened on the bow.

Sister.

The word rang hollow now, a mockery.

Celeste’s gaze swept over me, dripping with false concern.

“Oh, I really shouldn’t,” she cooed, her smile sickeningly sweet.

“Seraphina’s worked so hard to make tonight a success.

It would be cruel to let her suffer humiliating defeat before such a prestigious audience.”

A few chuckles rippled through the crowd.

I felt the weight of their eyes shift toward me, pity mixed with expectation.

Celeste had staged it perfectly—if I refused, I’d appear fragile, a coward like Helen had insinuated.

If I accepted and lost, I’d confirm her superiority.

But Celeste had forgotten one thing.

I was no longer the girl who yielded to her to keep the peace.

I stepped forward, my voice calm but clear.

“I accept.”

Just like at the restaurant when she hadn’t expected me to call her bluff, Celeste’s composure slipped, surprise flickering in her eyes before she quickly smothered it.

The attendant reset the targets with swift efficiency.

Celeste lifted her bow first.

Her posture was impeccable, her smile vainglorious.

She fired three perfect shots, each one splitting the bullseye with precision that drew gasps and applause.

I wasn’t surprised.

Her archery skills truly had always been formidable.

My turn.

I matched her arrow for arrow, bullseye for bullseye.

But while the crowd applauded, I could feel the skepticism in the air—expectation that I’d falter eventually, that Celeste’s dominance was inevitable.

By the third round, Celeste was glowing with satisfaction, drinking in the murmurs of admiration.

So I decided to kick it up a notch.

“Blindfold me,” I said.

The attendant blinked.

“A-are you sure?”

I nodded.

The crowd stirred, whispers rising in disbelief.

Celeste’s smirk widened, certain I’d overplayed my hand.

The cloth pressed against my eyes, shutting out the world.

Darkness enveloped me.

But in that darkness, my breathing steadied.

My heartbeat slowed.

I felt the weight of the bow, the whisper of chilled air across my skin, the faint creak of wood beneath my fingers.

I didn’t need sight.

I had done this before, in secret, when I was younger—testing myself, pushing boundaries.

Because accuracy, to me, had never been about sight alone.

I inhaled deeply.

Released.

The arrow flew.

Thwack.

Dead center—I didn’t need to look to know.

The silence was deafening.

A second shot.

Thwack.

Another bullseye.

Gasps erupted.

Disbelief, awe.

I nocked the final arrow, pulse steady as stone.

When it struck—splitting the shaft of the first—an explosion of applause erupted, wild and unrestrained.

I slipped the blindfold off my face, and I blinked into the brilliance of the chandeliers.

Cheers filled the hall.

Celeste’s expression was pale fury, her lips pinched, her hands trembling on the bow she was gripping too tightly.

“Extraordinary!” someone shouted.

“Incredible!”

The admiration wasn’t for her anymore.

It was for me.

Emma’s voice sliced through the noise.

“Celeste, you can’t let her overshadow you!

Show us something more dazzling!”

But Celeste didn’t move.

Her composure cracked, and for once, she knew—she couldn’t top this.

Her voice was sharp, brittle.

“How did you do it?”

The crowd hushed, leaning in.

I stepped closer, my voice low but carrying.

“Do you remember when we were young, Celeste?

When we played in the garden, throwing darts and arrows at painted boards?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“I always won.”

“You always won,” I affirmed softly.

“Or so you thought.

But the truth is, I let you.

Because Mother told me once: ‘Let Celeste shine, it makes sense.

It keeps everybody happy.’ So I held back.

Over and over.”

Gasps rippled around us.

Celeste stiffened, her fury clear.

I lifted my chin, meeting her eyes evenly.

“But we’re not sisters anymore.

I have no reason to keep holding back.

Not tonight.

Not ever again.”

I stepped past her, leaving her trembling in the silence that followed.

“So if you’re humiliated,” I said quietly, “it isn’t me doing it.

It’s just you finally facing the truth.”

The crowd erupted again, this time in thunderous applause that rolled through the hall like a storm.

My name rose above the din—admiration, respect, awe.

And for the first time in my life, I stood tall while Celeste burned beneath the heat of the spotlight she loved so much.

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