My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Chapter 103 AN IMMUNITY TO CATTY BITCHES

SERAPHINA’S POV

I’d spent most of my life doing it, so keeping to myself came naturally.

That’s why, other than passing greetings, I never really related closely to any of the other OTS trainees, except for rare occasions of the parties or group drills.

But I knew who Jessica was—everyone did.

Up close, she wasn’t what most people imagined when they thought of an Omega.

Her frame was lean but honed, every movement coiled with tension, with potential energy that could explode in an instant.

Her gaze was cool, assessing, her mouth curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She almost reminded me of Maya—except that meeting Maya hadn’t sent a foreboding chill down my spine.

“Well, well,” she drawled, folding her arms. “The miracle trainee herself.”

I kept my expression neutral, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me bristle. “Excuse me,” I said, angling to step past her.

But she shifted with me, blocking the path like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

Up close, I could feel it—the sharp edge of her presence.

Jessica might have been born an Omega, but strength radiated from her in waves, enough to raise goosebumps on my skin.

It wasn’t just gossip propping her up. She was good. Maybe even as good as they said.

“Tell me something, Seraphina,” she purred, tilting her head. “What’s it like, walking around here with everyone staring? Whispering? Do you ever feel like maybe you don’t belong?”

Her words hit something raw inside me. Memories flashed unbidden—of Lockwood Pack halls, of sneers and pity, of doors slammed in my face. Of being told over and over that I wasn’t enough.

But this time, I wasn’t going to flinch.

I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing my pulse to calm. I had trained too hard, pushed too far, to let intimidation—no matter how potent—break me before the LSTs even began.

Jessica, with her sleek movements and razor-sharp gaze, might have had the reputation of being untouchable, but I wasn’t going to bow before it.

Plus, after ingesting Celeste’s poison so often, I’d built an immunity to catty bitches.

“Excuse me, Jessica,” I said evenly, trying to sidestep her. “I really don’t have time for—”

She pivoted gracefully, stepping into my path again with a sly smile, her eyes glinting with the kind of amusement that only comes from someone who knows they have the upper hand.

She was reminding me less of Maya and more and more of Celeste.

“Don’t tell me you’re running,” she said, voice smooth as silk, but carrying an edge that raised goosebumps along my arms. “Not after all the talk. Not after everyone’s been whispering about you. I think it’s only fair we see what you’re made of.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

She tilted her head, gaze locked on mine. “A one-on-one. Right here. Right now. I want to see if the ‘miracle trainee’ is all hype.”

My frown deepened. OTS rules explicitly prohibited private battles outside the Trials themselves. “Jessica,” I said firmly, “we both know that’s not allowed. You can’t just—”

She laughed, the sound sharp and cutting. “Scared, are we?” Her smile widened, but her eyes didn’t waver. “If you can’t even handle an Omega like me, the Shadowveil Pack will never accept you as Luna. No matter how much our Alpha fancies you.”

The information hit me square in the chest, but realization took a little linger to unfold.

Our Alpha...

Jessica wasn’t just some random trainee with an attitude problem—she was from Lucian’s pack. Shadowveil.

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