SERAPHINA’S POV
I’d spent most of my life doing it, so keeping to myself came naturally.
That’s why, other than passing greetings, I never really related closely to any of the other OTS trainees, except for rare occasions of the parties or group drills.
But I knew who Jessica was—everyone did.
Up close, she wasn’t what most people imagined when they thought of an Omega.
Her frame was lean but honed, every movement coiled with tension, with potential energy that could explode in an instant.
Her gaze was cool, assessing, her mouth curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She almost reminded me of Maya—except that meeting Maya hadn’t sent a foreboding chill down my spine.
“Well, well,” she drawled, folding her arms. “The miracle trainee herself.”
I kept my expression neutral, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me bristle. “Excuse me,” I said, angling to step past her.
But she shifted with me, blocking the path like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.
