Semua Bab The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Bab 111 - Bab 120

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

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

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

Cameron lay on his side behind me, one arm draped over my waist, his chest solid and warm against my back. Not possessive. Protective. Like he needed the contact as much as I did. Like if he let go, the past might reach up and drag him under.For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then his grip tightened, just slightly.“When I was a pup,” he said quietly, voice low and even, “everything changed in my father’s pack.”I didn’t turn. I didn’t interrupt. I just shifted closer, my fingers threading through his where his hand rested against my stomach.He took a breath. Slow. Measured. Like he was choosing each word with care.“Blackridge was different then. Harsh, yes, but not cruel. Strong borders. Strong traditions. My father ruled by respect, not fear. The pack followed him because they trusted him.”I felt his chest rise beneath my cheek.“And my uncle - his younger brother - hated that.”The words landed flat, but the bond flared, sharp with old anger.“He wanted the Alpha title,” C

The house woke like a living thing - floors creaking, wards sighing as they reset, the distant sound of guards changing shifts. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the dining room, catching on polished wood and steel and the faint silver lines of protection carved into the walls decades ago.We were already seated when Cameron joined us.Four brothers. Two mates. Six Alpha's. One table big enough for war councils and funerals.I hadn’t slept much. Neither had my phone. I set it down in the center of the table instead of beside my plate.That got everyone’s attention.I told them about uknown sender and the messages. Then about last night message. “Bad news travels faster when you don’t sugarcoat it.” Rowan muttered, reaching for coffee.“Then you’re going to love this.” I said.I unlocked the screen and turned it so they could see.Message after message stacked like incoming fire.— Zurich summit agenda revised— Blackridge logistics subsidiary acquiring 14% stake in Helvet