Third Person’s POV
“Why not?” Aubrey’s voice was cold, her gaze unreadable.
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That expression made Bailey’s stomach knot with unease. She couldn’t exin it–Aubrey was only an omega, while she was a beta werewolf, yet being under Aubrey’s eyes felt like having something razor–sharp scrape across her skin, leaving a sting in its wake.
Even her wolf, Sasha, muttered uneasily in her mind, <i>“</i><i>Strange</i>… <i>sometimes </i>she doesn’t feel like <i>a </i>wolfless <i>omega </i>at all, but more like <i>she’s </i>radiating <i>alpha </i><i>pressure</i>…”
Bailey’s eyelid twitched. Aubrey’s mother had been an alpha–level werewolf. And ever since they’d fallen out, Aubrey hadn’t been taking her wolf suppressants.
Panicked, Bailey tried sensing Aubrey’s level–then rxed when she found only the familiar, lowly omega aura. As expected, after so many suppressants, it would take years for her to recover.
Still, the situation irritated her. She only had to impress Professor Rowan today, and she would be formally epted as his disciple–personally trained, given ess to advanced, exclusive medical knowledge.
And now Aubrey had to appear, insisting on following her here…
Damn it, why wasn’t her mother here yet?
When Aubrey and Bailey finally arrived at Professor Rowan’s office, the professor’s gaze went first to Aubrey.
He recognized her immediately–the school’s star prodigy–and smiled. “Did you need something from me?”
Before Aubrey could speak, Bailey cut in quickly. “Professor Rowan, I’m here! You were looking for me, right?”
Rowan’s attention shifted. “Yes. I wanted to ask about your research project.” He genuinely admired the work he believed she’d done, thinking the girl had real potential in the medical field. With the right guidance, she could be a renowned potion master.
Bailey flicked a nce at Aubrey before continuing, “Professor, Aubrey’s my sister. I know I should avoid being petty, but… our family has a tradition of friendlypetition. I don’t want my sister to see my work- it might make her jealous.”
She even pouted, ying the part of someone protectively guarding her techniques.
It wasn’t an unreasonable sentiment.
Professor Rowan hesitated. Aubrey was a known genius, and if the sisters truly didn’t get along, it wouldn’t be wise to risk showing his future student’s work to her.
“In that case…” His apologetic look toward Aubrey made his intent to dismiss her clear.
Aubrey almostughed at Bailey’s shamelessness. Familypetition? What a joke.
“Don’t worry,” she said, her voice edged like steel. “I’ve never stolen anyone’s work. I’m not that shameless. As the elder sister, I’m only here in our father’s ce to observe. Your little tricks–I know them all too well.”
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Chapter 179 Face–Off
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Her words carried the bite of gunpowder, leaving Rowan awkward and certain the two sisters were deeply at
odds.
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Then a woman’s voice cutughing, but sharpened with mockery.
“My, Aubrey, Bailey’s parents are still alive. No need for you to step in just yet.”
Aurelia had arrived, with Jax in tow. His face was drawn and unpleasant, but for reasons unclear, he’d let her drag him to the school.
Aubrey’s eyes narrowed, ice shing in their depths. “Dad, what are you doing here?”
Jax avoided her gaze, looking guilty.
Bailey, relieved, rushed to Aurelia’s side and clung to her hand. “Mom!”
Then she hesitated before looking at Jax. “Dad…”
He only grunted, not meeting her eyes, before turning to Aubrey with a conflicted expression. “Aubrey, <b>go </b>back to ss for now. I’ll handle this.”
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