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Chapter 125 - Old Game
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The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 211 - Feral
Clara POV “Command recognized.”The voice that came from Elias wasn’t his anymore. It was smooth. Flat. Too precise. Like it had been carved out of him and replaced with something that didn’t breathe.Mara took a step back. “Clara… that’s not him.”“I know,” I said. But it was still his body. And that was the problem. “Elias,” I said sharply. “Stop.”His head tilted slightly, as if evaluating me. Not seeing me. Processing me. Like I was part of a problem he was trying to classify.Then something inside him snapped. It wasn’t loud. Just… wrong. His fingers twitched violently at his sides. Once. Twice. Like two instructions fighting for control of the same muscle.“Elias!” Mara raised her voice.That was the mistake. His attention shifted instantly. And the restraint vanished. He moved too fast toward her. Mara barely had time to step back before he was on her.“NO!”I moved on instinct, but I was still human. Too slow.Elias grabbed Mara by the arm and slammed her into the metal shelv
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 210 - Archives
The restricted section of archives is colder. Not metaphorically. Actually colder. The air here doesn’t move. It sits heavy, stale, like it hasn’t been disturbed in years.Mara doesn’t joke anymore. Good. Neither do I.The back wall is reinforced steel. Old locking system. Mechanical, not digital.“That’s… excessive,” Mara mutters.“For records?” I run my fingers along the edge of the door. “Yes. For secrets?” She glances at me. “No.”She exhales slowly. “Give me a second.”I step back, letting her work. My wolf doesn’t like this place. Not because it’s dangerous. - It's just archives. - Because it feels… wrong. Like something here survived things that shouldn’t have. Like a horriffic crime scene.Metal clicks softly under Mara’s hands. A pause. Then - thunk. The lock gives up.We exchange a look. And then we go in.The room inside is smaller. More organized. Metal cabinets line the walls, each one labeled with clean, precise tags."TRAINING COMMAND - EASTERN SECTOR" "PERSONNEL FILES
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 209 - The Alpha’s Answer
The training yard is loud. Steel striking steel. Boots grinding into packed dirt. Warriors shouting corrections across the field.Blackridge breathes war.I cross the courtyard with Tomas Voss’s photograph folded carefully in my pocket and a knot in my stomach that refuses to loosen.The elders’ visit keeps replaying in my head. Choose wisely. The words sounded like advice. But they felt like a threat.The commander’s building stands at the far edge of the yard, dark stone and heavy glass overlooking everything like a watchtower. Fitting.Cameron never liked being watched. But he always watches.As I climb the steps toward the entrance, voices drift through the slightly open door. Sharp voices. Older voices. - Council. They were quick. I must admit that. I slow instinctively.“…reckless,” someone is saying. That voice belongs to Counselor Dane. I recognize the gravelly tone. “This investigation will fracture alliances we’ve maintained for decades. It will ruin us.”Another voice join
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 208 - The Weight of Names
I sit behind the Luna desk for a long moment, staring at the photograph she left behind. Tomas Voss smiles up at me like he has no idea what kind of pack he was born into.Sixteen.My stomach twists again.Young boys used to complain about chores at sixteen. About morning training. About curfews.They weren’t disappearing into forests.I reach for the tablet Mara set up for me earlier and open the first pack registry file.Blackridge Pack Members - Active and Historical.The list scrolls endlessly. Thousands of names. Warriors. Hunters. omegas. families.But I’m not looking for the living. I start filtering the missing. Young males. Ages fifteen to twenty. - Those transferred under Alaric’s authority.The first list appears.Thirty-two names. My fingers go cold.Thirty-two.That’s not training. That’s a purge. He was killing them with the cold blood. What a monster. And he had done it for what? More power?I sit back slowly, letting the number settle in my chest. And that’s just the
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 207 - The Mother Who Didn’t Stop Waiting
The knock comes just before noon.Not timid. Not confident either. Just… controlled.I look up from the stack of ceremony logistics I’m pretending to read. The Luna office still feels strange - too big, too polished, too official. The desk isn’t mine. The power isn’t mine yet.But the responsibility already is.“Come in.”The door opens slowly.She’s older. Late forties, maybe early fifties. Dark hair threaded heavily with gray, braided tight over one shoulder. Her posture is straight in a way that tells me she trained herself not to fold.But her eyes.. Her eyes are exhausted.“Luna.” she says.I stand immediately. “Please. You don’t have to-”“I do.” she interrupts softly.Her wolf brushes against mine. Not aggressive. Not submissive. - Grieving.She steps inside and closes the door behind her. The click echoes.“May I sit?”“Of course.”She lowers herself carefully into the chair across from my desk. Hands folded in her lap. Knuckles white.“I won’t take much of your time.”Someth
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 206 - Ash and Iron
I put some clothes on. A fitted ivory blouse with a high collar. Dark trousers. My hair pulled back in a low knot that doesn’t move when I do.Armor, just stitched prettier.Coffee tastes like ash.Not because it’s bad. The kitchen has perfected the blend. It’s strong, slightly bitter, grounding. But every swallow drags against the memory of pale bones under moonlight.I drink it anyway.Across the table, Cameron watches me over the rim of his mug.“You don’t have to go in today.” he says.“Yes, I do.”He sets his cup down slowly. “I can handle the council.”“I’m not worried about the council.”His jaw shifts. “I know.”The silence between us isn’t fragile. It’s loaded. We both understand what today means.The beginning of something that cannot be undone.Breakfast is simple - bread, eggs, sliced fruit. I force myself to eat. Not because I’m hungry, but because I need strength. Because skipping meals makes wolves sloppy, and I refuse to be sloppy today.Cameron stands first.He moves
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 92: The World Does Not Wait
The stairs creaked under my bare feet as I climbed back up, the sound too loud in the stillness of the mansion. Downstairs, my brothers were already arguing about strategy, retaliation, politics, the usual bloody symphony of Vale crisis management. I needed a moment where none of them could reach m
Última actualización : 2026-03-25The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 94: Claims and Teeth
I turned. He stood at the threshold, dressed in black borrowed clothes that fit him like they’d always been his. Kieran hovered half a step behind him, ready to catch him if he swayed, but Cameron stood tall, shoulders squared, eyes burning with quiet, lethal promise.The bond surged. Not wild. Not
Última actualización : 2026-03-25The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 81: Rumors, Rage and an Empty Bond
Morning came far too fast.I barely slept. Not because of the blood drying beneath my nails or the fact I’d ripped Mara’s heart straight out of her ribcage like some feral goddess of vengeance - no, apparently my subconscious handled that just fine.What kept me awake was the empty room. The empty
Última actualización : 2026-03-24The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 87: The Descent
The stone archway of the old temple loomed over me like the open maw of some ancient beast swallowing the night. The city lights faded behind me, swallowed by shadow as the worn steps descended into the underbelly of Vale valley.The abandoned catacombs.My wolf pressed against my skin, uneasy, pac
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