My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Chapter 502 BLOODLINE SUPERIORITY

KIERAN’S POV

Jack did not fall the way he was supposed to.

There was no clean end to it, no moment of surrender that made anything feel settled or justified.

There was only resistance that slowly decayed into something less coherent, as though his rage had begun to forget the shape it was meant to hold, until he crumpled to the floor.

Ashar stood over him in the aftermath, massive golden form still bristling with residual power, chest rising and falling in heavy, controlled breaths.

The corridor around us was ruined beyond recognition—reinforced steel warped and split, black scorch marks burned into surfaces never meant to carry heat, and fragments of corrupted flame still drifting in the air like dying embers, refusing to accept their own extinction.

Jack lay in the center of it all.

Or what was left of him.

The darkness that had once consumed him was gone. Not defeated so much as expelled, forced out in violent rupture until there was nothing left to sustain it.

What remained was a man reduced to something skeletal and hollow, skin pale beneath smeared ash-like residue, hair matted and damp with sweat and blood.

His chest stuttered for air. Each rasping breath sounded like a negotiation between survival and collapse.

Golden fur retracted into muscle and bone as I shifted back to human form.

My specialized combat clothing—woven from adaptive fiber—changed shape with me, adjusting to fit my human frame without so much as a snag in the fabric.

I rolled my shoulders, feeling the residual strain of Ashar’s dominance settle beneath my skin like a fading echo.

Jack’s lips twisted in a sneer as his gaze dragged over me, slow and contemptuous, bitter pride flickering even in his ruined state.

“Congratulations,” he rasped, voice hoarse and uneven, as if his words scraped against broken glass inside his throat. “The all-powerful Alpha bags another win.”

I did not answer immediately, studying him instead.

Not the monster he had become during the fight, not the corrupted wolf that had tried to erase everything in its path, but what remained when that layer of imposed darkness finally burned away.

There was something almost worse in seeing him like this. Not powerful. Not terrifying. Just...stripped.

He shifted, forcing himself upright against the fractured wall behind him. That tiny movement looked like it took enough effort to fell an elephant.

His eyes strained up to meet mine, stubborn defiance barely holding back the tide of humiliation.

“You got lucky, you know,” he said slowly, each word sharpened by bitterness. “If not for bloodline superiority, you wouldn’t have stood a chance against me.”

A pause pressed in, heavy and stifling, the air thick with the bitter tang of scorched metal and lingering corruption.

“Who could win a fight against an Alpha with royal blood?” he spat, eyes narrowing with hatred.

For a moment, I simply looked at him.

There had been a time when I might have responded differently. A time when provocation like this would have meant something personal, something worth attacking just to prove a point.

But that version of me had died the moment I understood that there were bigger things than myself to fight for.

I didn’t even care that he knew the truth about me—no doubt, Catherine had done extensive homework on her opponents.

Now, I only saw the pattern.

The refusal to accept responsibility.

The need to externalize failure.

The belief that power was to be inherited rather than earned.

I stepped closer. My voice came out calm, almost detached. “Do you know why you lost?”

“Enlighten me,” Jack sneered.

Whatever remnants of corrupted reinforcement had sustained him were gone now. What remained was purely human weakness, raw and unprotected. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

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