His new stepsister His biggest threat (Claire and Elijah) novel Chapter 172

**TITLE: Betrayal Births**

**Chapter 172**

**Claire’s POV**

I was so engrossed in the tension of the moment that I lost track of time, my breath caught in my throat, until Mara’s notebook hit the table with a resounding thud, startling everyone in our corner of the room.

“You think you can just skate through this competition without anyone noticing?” she hissed, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that suggested she was ready to pounce. “Lila isn’t the only one playing this game, you know. You’re all snakes. Every single one of you.”

Jessica shot a frantic look my way, her eyes wide with alarm, but I remained resolute, keeping my attention fixed on Mara. She thrived on confrontation, relishing the chaos it brought. However, today, her aggression felt different—there was a hint of something more beneath the surface, almost as if her bravado was masking a deeper anxiety.

Elijah’s hand brushed against mine beneath the table, a gentle reassurance in the midst of the brewing storm. His presence was a steady anchor, and though he remained silent for the moment, I could sense his wolf observing Mara with a keen and watchful eye, a silent partner in this tense exchange.

“You should really take a breath,” I said softly, leaning forward slightly, trying to project calm. “Everyone here has a chance. Pushing me won’t change the outcome.”

Mara’s laugh was sharp and laced with bitterness, cutting through the air like a knife. “You think it’s all about skill? You genuinely believe that?” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper meant only for my ears. “It’s about control. It’s about staying under the radar. Who can maneuver their pieces without drawing attention? You may think you’re awake now, but this game has been in motion long before you realized it.”

Elijah shifted slightly, his hand brushing against mine once more, this time with a subtle urgency. “She has a point,” he said quietly, his voice low yet tinged with an underlying danger.

“This isn’t merely a contest of artistic talent. It’s a trial of influence. And you’re about to discover just how far people will go to safeguard their own interests.”

I let his words sink in, feeling a coil of anticipation tighten in my chest.

Mara was fierce, undeniably so, but in her aggression, she was also revealing cracks in her facade, just enough for me to gauge her true feelings.

“Interesting,” I finally replied, leaning back just a fraction, attempting to counter her intensity with a calm demeanor. “I thought the advantage was clear. Lila’s standing, the teacher’s gaze—it’s all out there for everyone to see. The real question is whether anyone can leverage that visibility without stumbling.”

Mara’s eyes narrowed into slits, and I caught the twitch in her jaw, the way her fingers fidgeted with her brush, betraying her agitation. “You think you’re so clever,” she spat, her tone laced with a warning that was both sharp and deliberate. “But cleverness can backfire when the stakes are high.”

Elijah chuckled softly, a sound that resonated within me like a heartbeat. “Clever isn’t synonymous with reckless,” he replied quietly. “And sometimes, what appears reckless is merely patience dressed in disguise.”

Jessica nudged my arm beneath the table, her voice a hushed whisper. “Are you sure you can handle her?”

I smirked, feeling my wolf’s instincts sharpen in response. “We’ll see who ends up handling whom. That’s precisely what today is about.”

Before Mara could retort, the teacher’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet authoritative: “Lila, could you demonstrate your blending technique for everyone?”

All eyes shifted instantly to Lila, and I had a front-row seat to her reaction. She didn’t falter for a second. There was no sign of fluster, no hesitation; just a subtle acknowledgment of the attention that had suddenly gravitated toward her.

And yet, even amidst her poised exterior, I detected the faintest flicker of calculation—the way she angled her canvas, the deliberate ease with which she held her brush.

She was undeniably talented, I had to admit that.

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