Pustaka
Cari
Beranda / Werewolf / The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister / Chapter 7: Bar Trouble

Share

Chapter 7: Bar Trouble

Penulis: Pixie Snow
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-04 23:53:55

By the time I reached The Rusty Howl, I’d downgraded from full panic to “mildly deranged.”

A win, in my book.

The place was its usual brand of depressing. Wood paneling that smelled like wet pine and regret, neon signs buzzing like angry hornets, and the jukebox eternally stuck on 90s country heartbreak hits.

Cassie was already at the bar, twirling a straw in her drink like she was plotting someone’s downfall.

“You look like you fought a raccoon and lost,” she said the second she saw me.

“Close,” I said, sliding onto the stool beside her. “Four raccoons in human suits.”

“...You’re not joking, are you?”

“Not even a little,” I said, waving at the bartender. “Whiskey. Something that tastes like amnesia.”

Cass frowned. “You sure you’re okay? You’re pale.”

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just need about twelve ounces of self-care in liquid form.”

When the drink came, I tossed back half of it in one go. The burn hit hard enough to make my eyes water. “See? Therapy.”

Cass snorted. “You’re a disaster.”
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab Terkunci
Bab sebelumnya Bab selanjutnya

Bab terbaru

  • The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister   Chapter 114 - Bite Me, Mark Me

    Then he leaned in and kissed me. Not claiming yet. Not taking.Sealing.His mouth moved with intent now. No hesitation, no restraint left to pretend with. The kiss wasn’t frantic; it was consuming in a slower, far more dangerous way. Like he was memorizing me. Like every breath we shared mattered.His hands framed my body, not searching, not demanding - acknowledging. As if my shape had already been carved into his instincts and he was simply tracing what he knew by heart.Heat gathered where his touch lingered. Not sharp, not overwhelming at first - just a deep, coiling awareness that grew with every second we stayed connected. The bond responded instantly, tightening, glowing, humming like it had been waiting for this moment since the first breath I ever took.I tasted myself on his tongue. My scent mixed with his hit my nostrils.The realization stole my breath.His control fractured then - not shattered, but bent. I felt it in the low sound he made against my mouth, the way his bo

  • The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister   Chapter 113 - Taste Me

    His mouth followed the curve of my body, not skipping a single inch. He kissed the places the world had taught me to hide. The softness. The fullness. The strength wrapped in flesh that refused to apologize for existing.My thighs trembled when he pressed his lips there: slow, open-mouthed, utterly focused. Not hunger. Appreciation.Worship.I threaded my fingers into his hair, breath coming shallow, the bond humming so loudly it felt like it was written into my bones. Every touch fed it. Every kiss drew it tighter, brighter.Cameron took his time.His mouth learned me the way a wolf learned a boundary - patient, thorough, intent. Each kiss lingered just long enough to make me ache for the next. His hands steadied me when my body began to betray me, when my hips shifted without permission, when my breath fractured into soft, helpless sounds.“Oh, Goddess..” he murmured against my skin, voice low and intimate. “You taste so good..”That only made it worse.Heat gathered, slow and relen

  • The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister   Chapter 112 - I See You

    His restraint didn’t last.It cracked - not violently, not recklessly - but with a low, dangerous sound in his chest as his mouth found mine again. This kiss was different. Deeper. Hungrier. Less patience, more truth.His hands slid from my waist to my back, fingers splaying like he needed to feel all of me at once. I gasped softly into his mouth, and that was all it took.“Gods.” he murmured, voice rough, reverent. “I’ve wanted this.”He kissed me again, slower this time, as if savoring. His mouth traced from my lips to my jaw, down my throat, lingering where my pulse raced. Each kiss felt intentional. Claimed without force.I leaned into him, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath my palms. The bond pulsed brighter with every heartbeat, tightening like it knew exactly where this was going.His fingers found the edge of my nightgown. He didn’t rush.He slid the fabric from my shoulders inch by inch, watching my face the entire time, as if checking wh

  • The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister   Chapter 111 - The Night We Chose

    A silk robe the color of moonlight brushed my calves, loose, unbelted. My hair fell down my back in natural waves, untouched by pins.No crown. No claws. Just a woman who had survived the day.The bond hummed low and steady, no longer restless - anticipating.He’d promised. I felt him before I heard the knock came again.Three taps. Controlled. Certain.My wolf lifted her head, every instinct aligning toward the door.I didn’t ask who it was. I crossed the room and opened it.Cameron stood in the doorway, jacket gone, shirt open at the throat, dark hair still damp from a shower. He looked… undone. Not weak - never that - but stripped of the edges he wore for the world.His eyes found mine and held. For a long moment, neither of us spoke.We’d nearly died. We’d drawn lines that couldn’t be erased. We’d promised restraint for survival.But this? This was living.“You came.” I said softly, though the bond had known he would.He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with deliberat

  • The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister   Chapter 110 - Weapons You Can Wear

    The Vale war room didn’t look like a war room.No maps. No blades laid out in ceremonial precision. No blood on the floor.Just glass, screens, coffee, and the quiet understanding that every decision made inside these walls would ripple outward - into markets, packs, and lives that would never know how close they’d come to collapse.I stood at the center of it, arms folded, watching my brothers argue.“We don’t need to show force.” Rowan said, tapping a stylus against the table. “We need credibility.”Damon scoffed. “Credibility won’t stop someone from putting another poison in her drink.”Kieran didn’t look up from the file he was reading. “Neither will brute strength in Zurich.”All three turned to me. I smiled sweetly.“Congratulations.” I said. “You’ve all just described why this has to be done my way.”Cameron leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, observing - not interfering. He’d been like that since morning. Present. Watchful. Letting me lead.It made something warm and da

  • The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister   Chapter 109 - The Invitation

    Coffee cups multiplied. Screens appeared. Phones buzzed, silenced, buzzed again. The Vale mansion had that familiar hum - power recalibrating itself.Cameron stayed close, one hand resting at my back as if he could feel the exact moment my wolf wanted to sprint ahead of the plan. He probably could.“We can track money.” Rowan said, tapping the tablet. “Shell companies leave trails. Not clean ones, but trails.”“Not fast enough.” Damon replied. “Crestfall didn’t vanish to hide. He vanished to move.”“And he knows how we hunt him.” Kieran added calmly. “Which means we need to stop thinking like wolves.”All eyes slid to me. I raised a brow. “No pressure.”“You’re already doing it.” Cameron said quietly.I leaned back in my chair, fingers curling around my mug as my gaze drifted - not to the screens, but past them. Past strategy. Past muscle and dominance.Crestfall didn’t just pull funds. He pulled access.“Men like Nolan don’t disappear into the wild.” I said slowly. “They disappear in

Bab Lainnya

Anda juga akan menyukai

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status