My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 FIERCE, LUMINOUS WOMAN

SERAPHINA’S POV

I had never stood in a room like this before.

The crystal chandeliers shimmered like they were auditioning to be stars. Every table was draped in silk and crowded with names I’d only ever read about in magazines—Alphas, Betas, magnates, dignitaries.

Lucian kept his hand gently against my back as we were escorted to our table, his presence a quiet but steadying anchor.

The gala was stunning, and our entrance had gone smoothly—better than expected, honestly, considering I rarely ever clashed with Kieran and Celeste and came out unscathed.

But as I sat down and the hostess announced the program and the speakers, my throat dried, and my earlier anxiety returned with a vengeance.

Because tonight, I wasn’t just Lucian’s date.

I was also the keynote speaker for the OTS program.

I was going to throw up. Or faint. Or combust into a puff of ash and anxiety.

Lucian leaned closer, his voice a warm murmur by my ear. "You’ve got this."

I looked at him, desperate for a sliver of his certainty. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because all you need to do is speak from the heart. And you’re the most genuine person I’ve ever met, Sera." He gently squeezed my hand under the table. "Don’t try to impress them. Just tell the truth."

I swallowed hard.

The truth.

I was supposed to get up on that stage and tell the elite crowd how I was ridiculed my whole life, cast aside, and ignored because I didn’t have a wolf. I had to recall the details of a loveless marriage where I was never enough and then cast aside as soon as my shiny sister reappeared.

The thought made my stomach churn violently.

Too soon, my name was called.

Lucian gave my hand one last encouraging squeeze and a ’you got this’ smile as I stood, swaying slightly.

"You can do this, Sera," I mumbled to myself as all eyes curiously turned to me.

My heels clicking against the stage stairs seemed to echo around me, and the lights were so bright, I could barely see the audience. Which was probably a good thing—I wouldn’t be able to see their judgment and disapproval.

I glanced down at my hands—no shaking, but they felt stiff. My tongue sat heavy in my mouth.

You’ve got this, Sera.

I took a breath. And another. And then, I began.

The truth.

"I was fifteen when I first felt different."

The room quieted.

There—ripped the bandage right off. No going back now.

"I’d always been missing the wolf sensitivity that came gradually before the first Shift." I inhaled sharply. "But then, all my mates Shifted for the first time. My brother did. My younger sister did. By nineteen, I was sure—there was something wrong with me."

My hands gripped the edge of the podium tightly as I continued.

"As quickly as I noticed this, everyone else did too. I wasn’t the kind of girl anyone expected much from. Not the daughter you took pride in. Not the she-wolf you brought into the fold. Just someone forgotten at the edges of a room."

I glanced up—and found Lucian watching me, standing out in the sea of faces, steady and proud.

"I was never accepted by the pack. Never cherished by my family. But OTS didn’t forget me. They accepted me at my lowest without asking for power or pedigree. They looked past what I was; saw what I could be." I tried to find Maya in the crowd—she said she was coming with her mate—but she didn’t seem to have arrived yet.

"All OTS asked from me was my determination. To train. To heal. To help myself in a way no one ever did. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel helpless or useless or broken. I felt strong."

My lips curved into a small smile. "OTS helped me see that I may be different, yes. But that’s where I find my strength."

There was no rustle in the crowd. No polite coughs. Just... stillness. My lips were the only thing moving.

"And I know I’m not the only one. There are wolves out there like me, feeling lost, forgotten, broken. What OTS does isn’t just training. It’s awakening. It’s survival. It’s hope. And I am living proof that hope matters. It heals and transforms. And if you give it a chance—give yourself a chance, you’ll be amazed at what you can achieve."

I smiled gently, even though my heart was pounding like a caged animal.

"Thank you."

The silence that followed was absolute.

Panic surged up my spine. Oh gods. Had I gone too far? Been too raw? Were they embarrassed for me?

And then—

A single clap.

Then another.

And then, like an explosion, the entire ballroom erupted in applause. People stood. They clapped and whooped and whistled, and someone even called out, "Well said, girl!"

The noise hit me like a wave, stunning in its warmth.

I blinked against the sudden sting in my eyes, barely able to move as the host thanked me and gestured for the next portion of the evening.

Lucian was already there when I stepped down the stairs, eyes gleaming, hand held out.

"You take my breath away, Sera," he murmured, taking my hand in his.

I let out a breathless laugh, the adrenaline making me lightheaded. "I thought I’d bombed."

"I would’ve fought the entire room if they hadn’t clapped," he said, mock serious. "But I’m glad it didn’t come to that. My tux is dry-clean only."

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