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My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

Chapter 423 WASTED POTENTIAL · Nov 02, 2026

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401 Chapter 411 SECRET GETAWAYS 2026-11-02
402 Chapter 412 KINDA SCREAMS ROGUE 2026-11-02
403 Chapter 413 ROGUE ATTITUDE 2026-11-02
404 Chapter 414 THE DILEMMA 2026-11-02
405 Chapter 415 HUNGER AND VIOLENCE 2026-11-02
406 Chapter 416 ALPHA BABYSITTER 2026-11-02
407 Chapter 417 TINY SPARKS 2026-11-02
408 Chapter 418 STUFF OF LEGENDS 2026-11-02
409 Chapter 419 BATTLES WAITING 2026-11-02
410 Chapter 420 POSSESSIVE ALPHA NONSENSE 2026-11-02
411 Chapter 421 BAD DECISIONS 2026-11-02
412 Chapter 422 STARLIGHT HALLWAY II 2026-11-02
413 Chapter 423 WASTED POTENTIAL 2026-11-02
414 Chapter 424 SOMETHING WHOLE 2026-11-02
415 Chapter 425 THE INN 2026-11-02
416 Chapter 426 COINCIDENCE 2026-11-02
417 Chapter 427 THE AUCTION 2026-11-02
418 Chapter 428 THE LOT 2026-11-02
419 Chapter 429 WORTHLESS OMEGA 2026-11-02
420 Chapter 430 MIREYA 2026-11-02
421 Chapter 431 CHAOS MAGNETS 2026-11-02
422 Chapter 432 CIRCLING OF PREDATORS 2026-11-02
423 Chapter 433 THE ONE SIN 2026-11-02
424 Chapter 434 COURTING DANGER 2026-11-02
425 Chapter 435 HORNET’S NEST 2026-11-02
426 Chapter 436 BEYOND THE BARRIER 2026-11-02
427 Chapter 437 BLONDE GUINEA PIG 2026-11-02
428 Chapter 438 THE FIRST STEP 2026-11-02
429 Chapter 439 OUT OF SYNC 2026-11-02
430 Chapter 440 A DEMONSTRATION 2026-11-02
431 Chapter 441 SUCCESS 2026-11-02
432 Chapter 442 A TRANSACTION 2026-11-02
433 Chapter 443 FORESHADOWING 2026-11-02
434 Chapter 444 SIMPLE WARM COMFORT 2026-11-02
435 Chapter 445 THE HOTTEST LUNA 2026-11-02
436 Chapter 446 HERE GOES NOTHING 2026-11-02
437 Chapter 447 SO GODDAMN STUBBORN 2026-11-02
438 Chapter 448 NOT YET 2026-11-02
439 Chapter 449 A BATTLEFIELD 2026-11-02
440 Chapter 450 FOLLOW THE SCENT 2026-11-02
441 Chapter 451 EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCES 2026-11-02
442 Chapter 452 PERFECT MASK 2026-11-02
443 Chapter 453 PERFECT TRAP 2026-11-02
444 Chapter 454 THE MOTIVE 2026-11-02
445 Chapter 455 THE ENEMY’S SIDE 2026-11-02
446 Chapter 456 A PUPPET 2026-11-02
447 Chapter 457 NOT ENTIRELY ALONE 2026-11-02
448 Chapter 458 CATHERINE’S DAUGHTER 2026-11-02
449 Chapter 459 A COLLECTION OF WISHES 2026-11-02
450 Chapter 460 NOBODY’S PUPPET 2026-11-02

Chapter 423: Chapter 423 WASTED POTENTIAL

KIERAN’S POV

The moment I crossed the threshold, the world...yielded.

That was the only way I could describe it.

There was no violent shift, no disorienting collapse of space the way I had half-expected after watching Sera disappear from my side.

Instead, the darkness beneath the hollow seemed to part around me, unfolding in a way that felt less like entry and more like acknowledgment.

I immediately felt Sera’s absence.

Not just physically, but in that deeper way I had grown used to—her presence brushing against my awareness, steady and grounding.

It vanished the instant I crossed the threshold, leaving behind a silence that was too clean to be natural.

For a brief moment, instinct urged me to reach out, to find her, to confirm where she was—

But I stopped myself.

This place was not built to be navigated by instinct alone, and forcing my way through it blindly would get me nowhere.

I exhaled slowly, letting my awareness settle, letting the space reveal itself rather than trying to impose my will on it.

The darkness lifted.

Not into the endless starlit expanse Sera had described once before, but into something else entirely.

The ground beneath my feet solidified into smooth, dark stone, polished to a reflective sheen that caught faint threads of light running through it like veins.

The air was still, unnaturally so, carrying none of the organic atmosphere of the forest outside or the cosmic vastness I had expected.

This place had edges. Walls.

I took a step forward, my boots echoing, the sound absorbed almost as quickly as it formed.

The space around me extended in clean lines. Corridors branched outward in deliberate symmetry, each one illuminated by a dim, ambient glow that seemed to emanate from the structure itself.

It didn’t feel like the trial I expected.

It felt like a system.

And somehow, I understood that I was not where most people ended up.

Elias’ words surfaced in my mind. ‘Not many get noticed like that.’

I hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

Now, though...

I moved forward slowly, my gaze tracking the architecture around me, noting the way everything aligned with an underlying order that wasn’t immediately visible but was undeniably present.

A faint pull drew my attention down one of the corridors, subtle but distinct, like a thread tightening just enough to be noticed.

I followed it without hesitation, my pace steady, my focus narrowing as the structure around me began to shift.

The corridor widened.

The light brightened.

And then I stepped into something that made me stop.

The room was vast, but not empty.

It curved outward in a wide arc. The walls were lined with suspended panels of light—hundreds of them, perhaps more—each one flickering with movement.

Screens.

Though that word didn’t quite fit what I was seeing.

They weren’t devices.

They were...windows.

Each one displayed a different scene.

Different people.

Different moments.

All of them visitors of the Origins Archives.

I stepped closer, my gaze sharpening.

Every panel showed someone inside it—standing on the starlit floor, walking through shifting constellations, kneeling, shouting, breaking, enduring.

My eyes moved from one panel to the next, taking in fragments of lives, of choices, of questions being asked and answered in ways I couldn’t hear.

There was no sound, only movement.

And then I saw her.

Sera stood at the center of one of the panels, the starlight beneath her feet glowing as she faced something unseen.

Her posture was steady, her expression composed in that way it was when she braced for something.

I stepped closer instinctively, my attention locking onto that single panel, shutting out the rest of the room.

She was speaking, but I couldn’t hear her.

I frowned, my gaze shifting, searching for something that might allow me to bridge that gap.

There had to be some form of control.

I turned, scanning the room more carefully. My attention caught on a central platform that rose from the floor, its surface smooth and unmarked.

I approached it, my steps measured.

The moment I stepped within reach, the surface shifted.

Lines of light spread outward from a single point beneath my hand as I rested it against the surface, forming patterns that felt...responsive.

Alive.

I narrowed my eyes, adjusting my hand, testing the reaction.

The light followed.

I tried to focus, to direct it, to find a mechanism to isolate Sera’s panel and hear what she was saying.

Nothing changed. The screens remained silent.

Frustration coiled low in my chest, tempered quickly by caution.

This wasn’t a system I understood. One wrong move could lock me out.

“Then how does it work?” I muttered under my breath.

‘You may only observe.’

I startled, before I remembered the voice Sera had described.

I straightened, my expression still, my attention sharpening.

“That’s it?” I asked evenly. “Just observation?”

‘Your access is limited,’ the voice answered. ‘Your blood grants recognition, not authority.’

My first instinct was to ask what kind of recognition, but, deep down, I knew the answer. And I did not want my suspicion confirmed.

I exhaled, the pieces aligning whether I wanted them to or not.

“So I can watch,” I said, my tone neutral. “But not interfere.”

‘Correct.’

My gaze returned to Sera’s panel, tracking the subtle shifts in her posture, the steadiness of her stance.

“And if I wanted full access?”

‘Full access requires acceptance.’

“Of what?” The question slipped out before I could help myself.

‘You already know the answer to that.’

The answer surfaced uninvited.

A title no one spoke of openly anymore.

A position that had been erased, buried beneath time and blood and war.

My jaw tightened.

I wasn’t surprised.

I knew that one day, it would come back to that.

Another test. Another lure.

Another carefully placed path leading toward something I had already decided I would not take.

”I refused the throne a long time ago,” I said through gritted teeth.

‘We offer nothing,’ the voice replied. ‘We simply recognize—both current and wasted potential.’

That almost made me laugh.

I looked around the room again, at the countless panels, at the silent witnesses to lives being weighed and altered within this place.

Wasted potential...

I knew what was implied.

Control.

Authority.

The ability to see, to know, to perhaps even influence.

And for a brief moment, I understood the appeal.

Power like this could change everything.

End threats before they formed.

See enemies before they moved.

Protect—

I cut the thought off before it could root.

I didn’t need this.

I had never needed this.

Everything I had built, everything I had fought for, had been done without titles handed down from ghosts.

I had my pack. I had my family.

That was enough.

“I’m not interested,” I said, my voice steady, final. “Never have been, never will be.”

‘As you choose.’

The weight in the room shifted subtly, the threads of attention that had been focused on me loosening.

Access remained.

But no further.

I took one last look at Sera’s panel, committing the image of her—standing, steady, unbroken—to memory.

Then I stepped back.

The room responded immediately.

The light dimmed.

The panels faded.

The structure itself seemed to fold inward, the pathways dissolving as the space began to release me.

And then I was back.

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