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My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

131 Chapter 131 FRAGILE AND SOLID · 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

131: Chapter 131 FRAGILE AND SOLID 131: Chapter 131 FRAGILE AND SOLID SERAPHINA’S POV

The hall still hummed with noise long after Lucian’s announcement.

Excited murmurs collided like sparks from flint, igniting speculation in every corner.

“The Moon Dew Nectar…could it be real?” someone called out, their tone half awe, half disbelief.

“The Moon Dew Nectar doesn’t exist,” someone else barked, disbelief curling through his tone.

“It’s folklore.”

“No, I’ve read papers on it,” another insisted, breathless.

“The plant’s real.

The recipe?

Lost centuries ago.”

“How could OTS possibly have it?”

“Or…is this all a clever trick?”

Speculation tangled with awe until the whole place was a fever dream.

I didn’t need heightened hearing to catch the words: impossible, fabricated, mythical, priceless.

The voices around me tangled together—awed gasps, suspicious whispers, greedy mutterings.

My hands fisted the fabric of my dress harder than I intended, my knuckles whitening.

This was no ordinary prize.

It was more than glory, more than wealth.

Whoever claimed it would wield a miracle.

Lucian stood tall before the case, his expression carefully composed but unmistakably proud.

His dark suit caught the gilded light, his presence commanding the entire room.

“Doubt,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying with the authority of a born Alpha, “is natural.

But truth does not need belief to exist.”

A murmur rippled again, skeptical yet attentive.

And then—because of course Lucian would leave no room for doubt—he lifted his hand.

The massive screen behind us flickered to life.

The image sharpened into the face of a man even I recognized—a pharmaceutical master, gray at the temples, with a reputation untouchable in the werewolf world.

His work in medicine and elixirs was often called revolutionary, his name whispered with reverence like an incantation.

“Master Qadir,” Lucian introduced.

“A name that requires no embellishment in our world.

He has examined and authenticated the elixir personally.”

The man adjusted his silver glasses and nodded into the camera.

“Yes,” he said plainly.

“And what OTS has unveiled is no counterfeit.

I have examined samples of this elixir personally.

The Moon Dew Nectar is real.”

Gasps swept the room anew, this time edged with exhilaration.

Skeptics fell silent, their folded arms loosening.

And then the hall erupted.

Some cried out in wonder, others muttered feverishly, while a few still shook their heads, stubbornly unwilling to accept what their eyes and ears told them.

But it no longer mattered.

Lucian had brought forth an unimpeachable authority.

I found my pulse racing, heat crawling up the back of my neck.

The weight of the prize pressed down on me, heavier than expectation.

I wasn’t just competing for prestige now.

This was about legacy, salvation, hope—for so many.

For myself.

And yet, despite the knot of nerves in my stomach, a strange fire lit inside me.

Excitement.

Determination.

As though the Nectar itself was daring me: come and earn me, if you are worthy.

***

When the evening’s formalities finally drew to a close, Lucian was at my side almost instantly, his hand finding the small of my back with the kind of easy claim that made warmth dart up my spine.

“Come with me,” he murmured, steering me gently but firmly away from the dispersing crowd.

His pace carried me out of the grand hall and onto a private terrace tucked along the hall’s edge.

Cool night air swept against my skin, carrying the faint perfume of roses from the garden below.

Above us, strings of lanterns glowed like captive stars, their light softening the world into something almost intimate.

“Your expression betrays you,” Lucian said softly as we walked toward the railing, his tone teasing but edged with something cautious.

“You’re still thinking about it.”

“How could I not?” I glanced up at him, my voice low, almost reverent.

“The Moon Dew Nectar—it’s the stuff of myths.

Logically, it shouldn’t actually exist.

Yet here it is.”

I shook my head.

“It’s so surreal.”

Lucian chuckled indulgently.

“It’s actually not that unbelievable.

The formula was not…mine to begin with.” His tone carried a note I rarely heard from him—a wistfulness, threaded with something close to…grief.

“It was entrusted to me.

By someone I once knew.”

There it was again—that shadow, flickering across his expression before he mastered it.

I tilted my head, curiosity sparking.

“Someone you knew?”

His lips pressed into a thin line.

“She shared with me the basics.

But the attempts to replicate—hundreds of them—failed.

It was only after tireless trial and error that we achieved success.”

“She?” The word slipped out terser than intended.

A faint smile curved his mouth, not quite reaching his eyes.

“A friend.”

A friend.

Yet the soft longing in his tone betrayed more.

I caught it, tucked it away in the back of my mind for examination later.

Still, before I could probe further, he deflected, leaning closer.

“Tell me honestly, Seraphina.

Do you resent me for not giving the Nectar directly to you?”

The question disarmed me.

My breath hitched.

For a moment, I imagined it: me, healed, whole, powerful beyond my wildest imaginations.

And yet—I shook my head slowly.

“No.

I understand.

Something that precious…you can’t just give it out recklessly.

Too many others need it too.

I’d rather earn it.

That way, it’s mine—rightfully.”

Lucian’s gaze deepened, heat and admiration mingling in the pools of his eyes.

“I have no doubt that you will win it.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

“If my friend were here, I know she would want someone like you to have the Nectar.

Integrity and bravery—she prized those above all else.”

The words struck me like a bell, echoing in my chest.

Not only was I now carrying Lucian’s confidence, but the conviction of someone I had never even met.

And then, as if sensing the weight of my nerves, Lucian took my hand.

“I have something for you.”

He gestured toward a chair near a table draped in silver cloth.

Upon it sat a long, elegant box, its surface etched with faint designs that glimmered in the lantern light.

“What’s this?” I asked cautiously as he led me towards it.

“A gift,” he said, his voice lower now, carrying that elusive softness I liked to think he reserved just for me.

I exhaled.

“You’ve already given me so much, Lucian.”

He smiled.

“Then consider this a reminder.”

“A reminder?”

“Due to a…conflict of interest, I can’t have any contact with you during the LST.

I don’t want to jeopardize your victory with false accusations or speculations.”

“Oh.” And even though he was still in front of me, I felt a pang of his absence resonate within me.

“But,”—he raised our joined hands and kissed my knuckles—“even if we won’t have contact during the trials, you are never alone.”

My pulse quickened as I slowly lifted the lid with my free hand.

Inside lay an outfit folded with meticulous care.

With trembling hands, I unfolded it, and my breath caught.

I could tell it was tailored for me, down to the last seam.

Midnight-dark fabric kissed with threads of silver, cut sleek and strong, meant not just to flatter but to empower.

It was beautiful, yes, but more than that—it felt like armor woven from his belief in me.

“Lucian…” My voice faltered.

“You had this made for me?”

His lips curved, but the gleam in his eyes was what stole my breath.

“For you.

To wear when you step into the trials.

So that when you walk into that Arena, you’ll know I am with you—even if I cannot be at your side.”

I swallowed hard against the tightness rising in my throat.

My fingers brushed the fabric, trembling faintly.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I did,” he interrupted gently.

“You’ve carried so much.

Tonight, I wanted to give you something that carried you in return.”

The night air pressed cool against my cheeks, but my chest was unbearably warm.

For a moment, words failed me, tangled in gratitude and something I couldn’t describe.

I gently set it down into the box and reached for him—

A cough broke the moment.

I startled at the sound, the thread of intimacy between us snapping as my head whipped toward the balcony’s entrance.

Maya stood there, one hand half-raised as if caught mid-apology, her cheeks tinged pink.

Her dark curls framed her face wildly, and her ever-present air of mischief softened the awkwardness of her intrusion.

“Sorry, sorry!” she said quickly, her grin both sheepish and unrepentant.

“I wasn’t spying and I didn’t mean to intrude—well, not on purpose.”

I exhaled, half-relieved, half-annoyed.

My heart was still racing from Lucian’s words, and now I had to shove all that tangled emotion aside.

“Maya…” I tried to sound reproachful, but it came out more weary than anything else.

Lucian arched a brow, leaning back with an almost amused sigh.

“You have an uncanny talent for interruption.”

“Part of my charm,” she shot back, unabashed.

Then her attention swung fully to me, her eyes lighting up.

“As a judge, I also won’t be able to have any contact with you during the LST.”

My eyes widened.

“You too?”

She crossed the terrace with brisk steps, then clasped my hands dramatically in hers.

“You’re going to crush them, Sera.

Absolutely obliterate the competition.

And I brought…a gift of my own.”

Lucian’s lips twitched.

“Oh, Goddess.

Spare us.”

Maya ignored him.

With a flourish, she pulled a tiny pouch from her pocket, scattering a few glittering pebbles onto the table between us.

They caught the lantern light, shimmering iridescently.

I blinked.

“What are these?”

“Moonstones.

Charged under the last full moon.

Totally legitimate werewolf good-luck charm.” She winked.

“Don’t ask me where I got them; my sources are top secret.”

My lips twitched.

“The flea market?”

“Shush,” she laughed.

Then she arranged the stones into a crooked circle, muttered something that might have been half prayer, half joke, then grabbed my wrist and pressed one into my palm.

“There.

Now you’ve got the blessing of fate itself.

Guaranteed victory.”

I laughed, curling my fingers around the stone.

“Maya…”

“I know, I know.

You love me,” she declared, beaming.

I shook my head as more laughter bubbled from my lips.

She wasn’t wrong.

The three of us lingered there, the moon’s glow spilling across the terrace, quiet and steady.

I looked at them—two of the most important people in this strange new chapter of my life—and something inside me settled.

“I’ll try,” I said softly, breaking the silence.

The words felt both fragile and solid, like glass forged into steel, but it bore the weight of their faith in me.

“I don’t know if I’ll win, but I’ll give everything I have.

I promise.”

Maya squeezed my arm, grinning.

“That’s the spirit.”

Lucian’s gaze lingered on me, unreadable but searing all the same.

“That’s all anyone can ask of you.

And it will be enough.”

Under the silver wash of the moonlight, I breathed in deep, letting the night carry my vow into the dark.

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