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My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

Chapter 428 THE LOT · 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 428: Chapter 428 THE LOT

SERAPHINA’S POV

At first, nothing happened.

Then the silence broke, splintering into low voices that rose and tangled into something sharp, edged with disbelief.

“What is she doing—”

“—is she insane—”

“That one—?”

The murmurs spread in uneven waves across the tiers. Shadows shifted as bodies leaned forward, interest sharpened not by cruelty this time, but by disruption.

I didn’t lower my paddle.

At the center of the pit, the masked figure stilled.

The handlers hesitated as well, their grip on the girl tightening as if waiting for instruction that hadn’t come yet.

Beside me, Kieran went very still, his jaw tightening; his hands curled on his knees, betraying tension.

“Sera,” he said under his breath, his voice low enough that it barely carried past me. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t look at him.

Truth? I had no fucking idea what I was doing.

But for some reason, instead of dissuading me, the uproar only cemented my decision.

“Trust me.”

Now that I was really listening, the room told me everything it hadn’t before.

“...that’s her—”

“—does she not know—”

“No one touches that one—”

The words slipped through the noise in fragments, but they were enough.

The realization assembled itself from the whispers’ tone, the room’s tension, the absence of appetite where there should have been plenty.

My gaze stayed on the girl.

On the way she stood—unbowed, untouched in ways that didn’t make sense in a place like this.

On the way the handlers weren’t hurting her. Not like the others.

This wasn’t just another lot.

She was part of the show.

No—worse.

She was a constant.

Displayed. Circulated. Offered.

And never taken.

No one was bidding, not because she lacked value.

Because claiming her would cross a line none of them were willing to touch.

And I had just stepped directly over it.

The distorted voice echoed again, though this time it carried something different beneath the modulation.

“Opening bid acknowledged.”

The masked figure inclined their head, as though reassessing something.

“Do we have...confirmation?”

It wasn’t directed at me.

It was directed at the room.

At the invisible structure that governed this place.

At whoever was truly in control.

The tension coiled tighter.

I straightened my arm, holding my paddle high above my head in emphasis, and leaned forward enough to make my voice carry.

“I’ve placed my bid.”

The ripple of whispers sharpened again.

“She doesn’t know—”

“She has to know—”

“Or she’s dead.”

Kieran’s hand brushed mine, not stopping me, not pulling me back, but there—grounding, steady, ready.

The auctioneer—if that was what the masked figure was—shifted their weight, recovering with practiced ease.

“Perhaps,” they said smoothly, “our bidder is...overly eager. It would not be the first time someone mistook the nature of a lot.”

A few low chuckles followed that, thin and humorless. Almost...nervous.

I let the silence stretch just long enough to make it clear I understood exactly what they were offering. An opening, a way out. A chance to retract without consequence.

Then I shook my head. “No mistake.”

The murmurs rose, sharper, louder, no longer bothering to stay contained.

“She’s pushing it—”

“—someone stop her—”

“—does she think she’s untouchable?”

The handler’s grip on the girl cinched again, but she didn’t flinch.

Her gaze flicked toward me, and through her blank face, I tried to gauge what she was feeling.

Fear? Hope? Relief?

The masked figure stepped forward.

“You understand,” they said, voice still smooth but edged now, “that certain...pieces are not typically acquired through standard bidding procedures.”

There it was: The warning, wrapped in civility. The line, drawn without being spoken.

“I don’t recall any stated restrictions,” I said evenly. “Or is this an auction that only pretends to follow its own rules?”

A shift in the room—not loud this time, but deeper. More ominous.

Kieran’s presence at my side hardened. His body leaned toward me, gaze sweeping for threats—protective, on edge. Not intervening, but ready to defend if necessary.

The masked figure did not move.

For a moment, I thought they might push back. Might shut this down altogether.

Instead, they spoke.

“Rules,” they said, almost thoughtfully. “Are...flexible. Contextual.”

“Then consider this context,” I replied, my voice steady, unhurried. “I placed the opening bid. No one else has contested it.”

I swept my gaze across the tiers.

No paddles raised.

No voices spoke.

I looked back at the center.

“So unless there’s another buyer,” I continued, “this lot is mine.”

The words settled into the space between us as the tension stretched.

Then stretched further.

And in that space, I made my decision fully.

No backing down.

Whatever this girl was tied to—whoever she belonged to—I was not stepping away.

Not after seeing what this place was.

Not after understanding what she represented.

If this was a line, then I would erase it completely.

The masked figure exhaled slowly.

“Very well.”

A beat.

Then, louder:

“Sold.”

The word cut through the chamber, clean and final.

I lowered my hand.

Beside me, Kieran let out a breath I hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His posture loosened, relief flickering across his face.

“Well,” he murmured, “so much for incognito.”

“My bad,” I murmured.

“Next,” the masked figure said, turning back to the crowd.

“I’d like to pay for my lot and leave now,” I called out.

Another ripple went through the crowd, and the masked figure turned back to me.

”It’s customary to wait till the auction is completed.”

I shrugged. ”Rules are flexible, right?”

Another tense silence ensued, and I bet if I could see their eyes, they would be blazing.

“Very well.” I could have sworn they were gritting their teeth.

The handlers moved immediately. One of them approached us, head inclined.

“Payment.”

I reached into my cloak, already prepared, and handed over what was required without hesitation.

The handler accepted it with a short nod.

“Follow.”

I didn’t look back, didn’t give the room the satisfaction of seeing anything in my expression.

Kieran fell into step beside me without a word.

Behind us, the auction resumed.

Just like that.

As though nothing had happened.

As though the line I had crossed had never existed at all.

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