My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 SERA OF OTS

SERAPHINA’S POV

Resolve was a strange thing. It didn’t always arrive like a thunderclap or a war cry.

Sometimes, it slipped in quietly, like a tide I hadn’t noticed until it carried me farther than I expected.

After my dinner with Lucian, that tide hadn’t receded. It stayed with me, washing away the last clinging doubts I had about my place here.

His words—‘You are exactly the kind of wolf the Moon Goddess meant to bless’—still echoed in my head.

I wasn’t naïve enough to let praise turn me reckless, but it had steadied me.

I wasn’t here just to grow stronger for myself anymore.

I was here for all of us—every wolf who had ever been told they were half-formed, unworthy, invisible. Wolves like me. Wolves who had forgotten what it felt like to hold their heads high.

And there wasn’t much time left. Barely two weeks stood between us and the LST.

It had been ten years since OTS first opened its gates, and according to Maya, this anniversary’s LST had drawn more wolves than in the history of OTS.

Volunteering along with many other students to help with preparations was a no-brainer.

That was how I got partnered with Judy Barnes, a pretty redhead Omega who had apparently baked the cake for my surprise birthday party.

We ended up at the reception desk of the Grand Crest Hotel, arms full of ledgers, guest lists, and room keys, trying to corral the chaos that descended with every new arrival.

The lobby buzzed with sound—laughter, barking orders, the shuffle of boots on polished marble.

Wolves poured in from every direction, representing packs from the south—which was Judy’s and my jurisdiction.

Some radiated sharp dominance, others carried the mellow air of travelers come to observe rather than compete.

“Okay,” Judy muttered beside me, flipping through a ledger while her auburn braid slid over her shoulder. “Next up: Cypress Vale Pack, twelve members.”

I glanced toward the doors. Sure enough, a group strode in, led by a tall man with raven hair streaked with silver. His smile was easy, his eyes bright with the kind of warmth that made me think of fall.

“Welcome to the Grand Crest Hotel,” I said, inclining my head with a warm smile. “I’m Sera, and this is Judy. We’ll be assisting with your stay.”

“Alpha Thomas, Cypress Vale,” he introduced smoothly, his voice carrying the timbre of someone who was used to being listened to but not obsessed with being obeyed. “Thank you for hosting us.”

Behind him, his wolves—obviously strong, but refreshingly unpretentious—bowed their heads politely. They smelled faintly of pine resin and fresh earth.

They were followed by the Seabreeze Pack, who arrived in a flurry of chatter and bright clothing, the kind of people who wore smiles like jewelry.

Their Luna, a petite woman with hair dyed sea-green, winked at me as if we were old friends.

Then came the Granite Fang Pack, whose Alpha barely spoke at all. He was broad, stone-faced, and his wolves carried themselves with a military precision that made my back straighten automatically.

Each pack had its flavor, its weight, and Judy and I worked like cogs in a machine—assigning rooms, fielding questions, smoothing over little disputes.

The hours blurred, the stack of check-in forms dwindling and replenishing like a tide.

It was exhausting. But it was also invigorating. Every time I lifted my gaze, I caught sight of faces—faces that didn’t know me, didn’t know my past—and yet, here I was, standing as their first point of contact.

Not as the ostracized Lockwood daughter, or the invisible Blackthorne wife.

Here, I was just...Sera of OTS.

That peace and exhilaration carried me until the doors slammed open with a force that rattled the crystal chandeliers.

The Shadow Claw wolves swept in like a stormfront.

At their head was Brynjar. I didn’t need the whispered comments behind me or the guest profile document to know his name; his presence announced it loud enough.

Thick shoulders, blond hair cropped close to his scalp, and eyes the color of burnt copper. He walked with the swagger of someone who had never heard the word ‘no’ in his life.

“Reception,” he barked before even reaching the desk. “We need our rooms. Now.”

Judy and I exchanged a quick glance. She squared her shoulders, but I could see the flicker of unease in her eyes.

Shadow Claw’s reputation preceded them—they were infamous for their aggression and for looking down on anyone they considered weak.

I pulled the ledger closer, flipping to their entry. “Shadow Claw Pack, Beta Brynjar leading. Five competitors, six attendants.”

“Yes, yes,” he interrupted, drumming his fingers on the marble counter. “Give us the Alpha wing.”

I looked up. “That won’t be possible,” I answered evenly. “The Alpha wing is strictly reserved—for Alphas,” I emphasized, since his big head came with a lacking sense of self.

“Your assigned rooms are here.” I slid the keys toward him.

He didn’t take them. Instead, his lips curled in a mocking smile. “Those rooms reek.”

As soon as his broad shoulders disappeared, Judy let out a low whistle. She angled her ledger to shield her hand and gave me a covert thumbs-up. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

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