All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The Vale Gala had always been a performance. Tonight, it was also a battlefield dressed in crystal and champagne.I stood at the top of the marble staircase, music swelling beneath my feet, light fracturing across chandeliers. Gold and silver wolves filled the room below - Alphas, Lunas, board members, investors, enemies pretending to be neither.And every single one of them looked up. Good. Let them look.The dress clung like it had been designed as a warning rather than clothing - liquid emerald silk poured over curves that refused to be ignored, cinched at the waist, daring everywhere else. The slit revealed a flash of thigh with every step, not hurried, not shy. Controlled.My hair was a cascade of soft blonde waves, styled loose and luminous, the kind of gold that caught light and attention whether it wanted to or not. Marilyn-perfect. Disarming. Deadly. My lips were painted a deep, deliberate red - not innocent, not apologetic.I knew exactly what they saw when they looked at m

Cameron didn’t release me immediately. His arm stayed firm around my waist, a living brace as the last of the poison burned itself out of my system. The antidote was winning now - I could feel it - but it left behind a sharp-edged exhaustion that made my bones ache.“You need to sit,” he murmured, not as an Alpha, not as a command.As mine.“In a minute,” I said, teeth clenched. “Not yet.”If I sat now, they’d think I’d broken. I wasn’t giving them that satisfaction.Rowan hauled the traitor upright by the collar, dragging him toward the side of the room like a sack of rot. Damon followed, expression unreadable, eyes already calculating how much pain would be necessary and how much would be fun.Kieran snapped his fingers once.“Clear the room,” he ordered the security team. “No one leaves the estate. Guests will be escorted to the east wing lounges. Phones confiscated.”A chorus of protests rose immediately.“Excuse me-” “You can’t possibly-” “This is an outrage-”Cameron turned hi

Cameron stepped closer, protective and commanding, resting a warm hand at the small of my back. His jaw tightened as he spoke low, right in my ear: “They don’t deserve your theatrics. Let me deal with them.”I pressed back against him subtly, just enough that he felt my heat, my intent, my power, all rolled into one. “Not yet,” I whispered, voice teasing, sultry. “I want them to feel it. All of it. The betrayal, the fear, and the inevitability.”A few board members shifted uneasily in their seats, aware of the undercurrent pulsing through the room. Whispered rumors of poison spread like wildfire, faces pale, eyes darting.I lifted the glass I hadn’t drunk from, swirling it delicately. “And this,” I said, voice raised so everyone heard, “was meant to be the end. A final statement from the coward who thought he could decide the fate of Vale - and me - without consequence.”“Drink it.” I added to the spy, voice sharp. “You poured it. Taste your own loyalty. Or lack thereof.”The man reco

The mansion hummed below low and restless, like a body that had survived a wound and hadn’t decided yet whether it was done bleeding. Lights burned in distant wings. Voices murmured behind closed doors. Somewhere below us, my brothers were already tearing apart files, histories, alliances - wolves with a mission.I wanted to help them. But neither them or Cameron let me. Maybe they were right I needed to rest. I barely made it past the threshold of my bedroom before the world tilted.Cameron caught me without a word.Not dramatic. Not frantic. Just arms wrapping around me, solid and sure, like he’d been waiting for the exact second I’d finally let go.“That’s enough.” he murmured against my hair.“I’m fine.” I said automatically.He huffed, soft but unimpressed. “You poisoned yourself on purpose.”“Strategically.”“You nearly collapsed in front of half the Vale.”“I stayed standing.”His arms tightened just a fraction. “You’re done.”I should’ve argued. Normally I would have. Instea

I woke tangled in warmth.Cameron’s arm was heavy around my waist, possessive even in sleep, his breath steady against the back of my neck. The bond pulsed the second my eyes opened - stronger than last night. Louder. Insistent.My wolf stirred, pacing under my skin like she’d had enough of patience and promises."Finish it." she urged. "Now."I swallowed and shifted slightly, testing the pull.Bad idea.Heat coiled low in my belly, sharp and undeniable, the bond tightening like it was trying to close a circuit that had been left deliberately open. I pressed my thighs together, jaw tightening.This was going to be a long day.Cameron exhaled behind me, deeper now, his grip tightening just a fraction. Not asleep anymore. Of course he felt it too.“I know.” he murmured quietly, voice still rough with sleep. “I feel her.”I turned just enough to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were open - dark, focused, already too aware.“She’s restless.” I said softly.“So are you.”The corner o