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Chapter 131 - Terminal Velocity
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The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 168 - Before the Sun Chooses Sides
I woke before the bells. Before the horns. Before the world decided it was ready to destroy us.The room was still dark, that fragile hour before dawn when night hasn’t surrendered yet and day hasn’t gathered the courage to intrude. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers, painting the walls in low, breathing orange. For a few heartbeats, I didn’t move. I just listened - to the quiet, to the steady thrum of the bond, to the faint sound of fabric shifting somewhere near the window.Cameron was already awake.He stood with his back to me, half-dressed, silhouetted against the thin silver line of pre-morning light. He moved without hurry, without hesitation, like this moment had lived in him for a long time. Black trousers first. Thick, reinforced. The kind meant for blood and dirt, not ceremony. Then the shirt, dark and close-fitting, sleeves rolled back with deliberate precision.Alpha black.War black.I stayed where I was, watching him like if I looked hard enough, I could e
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Every touch slowed time.Not because we were hesitant, but because neither of us wanted to miss a single sensation. Cameron’s hands moved with intention now. Warm, steady, learning me all over again as if memory alone wasn’t enough. His thumbs traced paths that made my breath hitch, then lingered there like he was imprinting the reaction into his bones.I answered without thinking, pulling him closer, my body aligning with his as naturally as breath. The bond responded instantly, tightening, brightening, a living thing between us that thrummed with recognition. Not hunger. Not urgency.Connection.The fire burned low behind us, but I barely noticed the heat from it. Everything I felt came from him - the weight of his body, the warmth of his skin, the quiet sounds he made when my fingers slid over his shoulders and down his back. I felt the way his breath changed, how his control frayed just enough to make my chest ache with want.We moved together slowly, deliberately, like we were de
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 166 - Our Is The Night
The mansion finally went still. Not silent, but quieter, like even the walls knew better than to intrude. Guards shifted to night watch. Lights burned low. Somewhere far off, a wolf howled, long and aching, and my chest tightened in response.Dawn was coming. And the Challenge with it... My head was spinning with possible ways of out from this impossible situation.I had played with all the cards I could afford. But the thought of just possibilty of loosing our bond with Calder.. It was too much.I closed the door behind us and leaned back against the wood, suddenly aware of how heavy my body felt. Not tired - weighted. Like every moment mattered more now because there were so few left before everything changed.Cameron stood in the center of the room, watching me like he was memorizing the shape of my breathing.“No council,” he said quietly. “No brothers. No laws. Just us."I nodded, pushing away from the door. “No futures.”His mouth curved faintly. “Only tonight.”We didn’t rush.
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 165 - Old Law, Sharp Teeth
Veyne didn’t bother with pleasantries.“You overstepped.” he said the moment we entered the Council chamber.The doors boomed shut behind us, sealing the sound like a verdict. The room smelled like old paper and older grudges - ink, dust, and the faint metallic tang of blood. That was really peculiar sensation in a quite new mansion.Bereth sat at the center of the table, fingers steepled, his expression carved into something neutral enough to pass for wisdom. Halvorsen leaned back in his chair, thick arms crossed, mouth already pulled into a scowl like this entire meeting was a personal inconvenience he intended to survive through brute irritation alone.Veyne stood.A subtle assertion of height, of dominance, of the unspoken idea that he answered to no one - not even the table he supposedly served.“I followed the law.” I replied calmly. “Your favorite thing.”Cameron didn’t move beside me, but I felt him - solid, contained, a predator choosing stillness. The bond hummed between us,
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 164 - The Rite of Counterclaim
I learned something important that day: power doesn’t announce itself with shouting. It pauses. It waits. And then it steps forward when everyone else thinks the moment has passed.The great hall was still buzzing when Cameron and I finally broke away. Conversations snapped shut as we passed. Eyes followed. Calculations were made quietly, behind polite nods and murmured courtesies. Some of them pitied me. More than a few of them were already deciding whether I was worth betraying later.I didn’t let any of it show."What have you done?" he mindlinked me. With curiosity and maybe a little... amusement . "Later. I will explain everything when we will be alone. Now let's go. Quick." I hushed him in response.The corridor leading east was colder than the rest of the mansion. My boots echoed softly as we walked, Cameron half a step behind me. Matching me.“They think I’ll hesitate and I will loose.” he said quietly.I didn’t slow. “They think I’ll behave and I will let it happen.”He le
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 163 - The Announcement and the Knife
They announced it at noon.Of course they did.The great hall was dressed for ceremony - banners restored, long tables cleared, the old stone floor polished until it reflected light like a mirror. Witnesses arrived in waves: Alphas, Betas, ranked wolves from packs that had learned long ago that absence was a political statement. No one wanted to be absent from this.I stood beside Cameron at the front of the hall, my spine straight, my expression calm. If anyone expected me to look afraid, they would be disappointed.But my wolf was coiled tight inside me, every instinct screaming that this was a trap dressed up as tradition.The Council arrived last.Five men. Same faces. Same entitlement. Bereth walked at the center, Veyne half a step behind him, hands folded, eyes already calculating. They took their places on the raised platform without acknowledging us.Witnesses rose. Silence fell.Bereth stepped forward. “By authority of the Northern Council,” he intoned, voice echoing through
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