My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 TRASH TALKING

SERAPHINA’S POV

I broke eye contact with Celeste first as my team was ushered towards the rest area, the roar of the crowd still ringing faintly in my ears.

Our surroundings buzzed with the restless energy of teams regrouping, healers weaving between them, and spectators craning their necks from the terraces above.

My lungs burned, my ribs still throbbing from the desperate dive I took to avoid the Labyrinth’s traps. Each breath scraped against exhaustion and raw relief.

My teammates clustered close. Judy was flush with delight. Roxy stretched her shoulders like she was still spoiling for the fight she hadn’t gotten. Finn looked pale, but his eyes gleamed with pride, his hands twitching nervously as though he was still working out combinations in his head. Talia lingered at the back, chin raised despite the tremor in her legs.

But the glow of triumph flickered out as a too-familiar perfume cut through the salt-scented air—jasmine with the bitter edge of snake venom.

I braced myself. Here we go.

“I guess congratulations are in order.”

Celeste’s voice was honeyed, sweetened for the audience, but the toxin beneath it was unmistakable.

She swept into view with the grace of someone who had never once fallen in the mud she ordered others to clean.

Where the rest of us looked like we’d crawled through a brutal sand storm, she looked like she’d walked out of a ballroom.

Not a strand of hair was out of place, and her white blouse—fucking white!—gleamed, untouched by the grit and grime around us.

I gritted my teeth and didn’t reply, clinging to my composure. I could sense my irritation rising, waiting for her to add the barbed tail of her statement.

Dear Celeste didn’t disappoint. She held her hands out in front of her, positioning her fingers like a square frame, and chuckled as she peered through. “What a sight. The triumphant little underdogs.”

Her lips stretched as her gaze swept over us—scuffed boots, sweat-soaked clothes, tangled, dust-coated hair, blooming bruises.

“Disheveled doesn’t even begin to cover it.” She dropped her hands and shrugged. “Though I suppose that’s what happens when one takes on a challenge they aren’t qualified for.”

I exhaled slowly through my nose and chanted loudly in my head, ‘Don’t bite. Don’t give her the satisfaction.’

But then she leaned back, pitching her voice just loudly enough for nearby ears to catch. “Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised you managed to stumble out of the Labyrinth alive. I suppose we have Lucian to thank for that. Without his... special attention, I can’t imagine how you would have survived in there.”

Heat prickled up my neck. My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms.

This was exactly why Lucian and Maya had had to distance themselves from me, so that vultures like Celeste wouldn’t pick apart their honor—and mine.

“Careful, Celeste,” I said evenly, though my voice was tighter than I wanted.

She scoffed. “What? Like it’s news that you’re Lucian Reed’s favorite little pet project?”

She leaned in, sneering. “Everyone knows the truth, Sera. Whatever you and your motley team accomplish in these trials isn’t earned by your own merit.”

My teammates shifted, and I could feel their gazes on me, waiting for my response.

My heart battered my ribs as the heat spread to my chest.

After what we’d just gone through, the idea of Celeste—or anyone—insinuating that we didn’t deserve to pass made me want to breathe fire.

The injustice of it burned, tightening every muscle in my body and threatening to unravel all the pride I’d felt moments before.

But then I glimpsed the delight in her icy eyes, saw how much pleasure she took from riling me up—and decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

So I took two deep breaths to calm myself down, and I crossed my arms. A spark of satisfaction went through me when she blinked at my sudden switch-up from ire to ease.

“If we’re talking about special treatment,” I continued, forcing my voice steady, “then let’s not forget that Kieran himself drilled me before the Trials. Or that our dear brother Ethan spent hours teaching me strategy. So if I’m accused of being ‘favored,’ at least let’s not pretend it was only Lucian.” I smirked. “Seems like I’ve been collecting wisdom from all the golden Alphas.”

Of course, that was all a bald-faced lie. Kieran hadn’t so much as given me stance tips, Ethan had crashed one lesson, and Lucian hadn’t trained me since Maya took over.

But ohhhhhh, the look on Celeste’s face!

Imagine a tomato. Then poke a hole in it. And pump juice in. More. More. Till it’s so full it’s about to pop.

Now, give it curly golden hair and glacial blue eyes.

So. Fucking. Worth. It.

I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep from bursting into laughter as satisfaction rushed through me.

My teammates had no such reservations. Judy snorted outright. Roxy smirked. Talia turned, clamping a hand firmly over her mouth to muffle her giggles. Even Finn cracked a small smile.

For a second, there was only the sound of Celeste breathing like an overheated engine, her tomato face looking primed to burst.

I tilted my head, raising a brow in mock concern.

“Problem?”

Her mouth opened and closed, and I saw the exact moment she realized that she had nothing in her arsenal that could counter my attack.

So she turned to my teammates.

“Tell me this...” I stiffened as her gaze slid slowly, pointedly, across each member of my team. “How does it feel, following someone wolfless? Someone so fundamentally incomplete? Someone who’s basically dead weight?”

Each question landed with the force of a meteor, and I had to press my hands tightly against my thighs to keep them from trembling.

“Does it inspire confidence?” Celeste’s expression morphed into one of pity. “Or do you simply grit your teeth and pray she doesn’t drag you down?”

And there it was—proof that no matter how much I reinforced my armor, Celeste would always find the chink, the entryway to wound me.

A familiar ache pulsed in my head—my wolf’s silence, the hollow where her voice should have been.

I didn’t turn to my team. This time, I didn’t want to see their reactions.

Jessica, even Roxy herself, had pointed out the disadvantage of a wolfless leader, but this was the first time it actually hit home. And, gods, I hated how familiar the sting of humiliation felt.

Fucking Celeste.

A bark of laughter startled me, and I instinctively turned towards the sound.

I had only a handful of good memories from my Frostbane days, and Elara was in many of them. A kind smile in a sea of cruel faces. An outstretched hand after I had been kicked into the dirt. A slice of pie waiting outside my door the morning after I’d locked myself in my room to cry. A foot stuck out to trip the assholes who thought it fun to chase the wolfless outcast. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

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