All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The Alps rose to meet us like ancient sentinels. Jagged. White-capped. Beautiful in a way that didn’t ask permission to be dangerous.The jet cut through the clouds with quiet confidence, banking just enough that the mountains filled the window - vast, immovable, utterly unimpressed by human ambition. I felt my wolf stir at the sight of them. Old land. Old power. Territory that remembered blood and bargains long after men forgot their names.“Show-offs.” Damon muttered, peering out his window. “All that rock just to flex.”Kieran didn’t look up. “You’d like it here. Everything’s polite on the surface and lethal underneath.”Damon grinned. “My favorite aesthetic.”The plane descended smoothly, tires kissing the runway with barely a whisper. No applause. No relief. Just that quiet internal shift that came with arrival. The sense that the game board had changed, and every piece had just been reset.Cameron rose first when the seatbelt light blinked off, offering me his hand without a wor

Oh. Perfect.Fate, apparently, had jokes. And a cruel sense of timing.Adrian stood near the far wall, half-turned toward a cluster of council affiliates. Tailored suit. Dark hair combed back with deliberate care. A glass of champagne held loosely, as if he didn’t need it.He looked exactly the same. Which was the problem.The man I’d gone on one date with.The man my wolf had fucked things so hard I’d left before dessert.“Well.” I murmured, barely moving my lips. “That’s inconvenient.”Cameron felt it instantly. The bond tightened - not jealousy. Not possession, just alert.“Who?” he asked.“Problem.” I said.Adrian’s gaze lifted and locked onto mine. His smile widened slowly, deliberately - no surprise in it at all. As if he’d been waiting.Cold slid down my spine.“Clara,” Damon muttered under his breath. “You know him?”“Once.” I said. “Briefly. Regrettably.”Cameron followed my line of sight. His posture shifted. Not aggressive, just… Alpha-aware. The room adjusted around him wi

The noise swelled again. Voices overlapping. Outrage dressed as diplomacy, curiosity sharpening into something predatory. Adrian drifted away from the center, already satisfied. He’d thrown the stone. Now he wanted to watch the ripples.We didn’t follow. We regrouped.Damon appeared at my right with a crystal tumbler already in hand, pressing it into my fingers like muscle memory. “Drink.” he murmured. “Slow.”The whiskey burned my throut. Grounding.Cameron closed in on my left, broad shoulder angled just enough to block sightlines from the eastern delegates. Kieran hovered just beyond, pretending to laugh with a Baltic Alpha while his eyes never stopped moving.Shielding.To anyone watching, it looked like family circling protectively around an overwhelmed heiress after a provocative speech.To us?It was a live-wire mind link snapping open."He’s testing reaction speed." Kieran sent, cool and precise. "Not just yours. Ours.""He named Vale on purpose." Damon added. "Wants to see wh

If the reception had a heartbeat, it skipped.I felt it the moment I stepped back into our orbit. My brothers closing ranks without being obvious, Cameron shifting just enough to block one line of sight while opening another. From the outside, it looked like family warmth. Inside the link, it was controlled chaos."You found something." Damon said, not asking."Yes." I replied. "And she hates Blackridge more than she loves neutrality. We will talk later."That earned me a low, collective hum of interest.We didn’t leave the room. Not yet. Too many eyes. Too many narratives waiting to be written if we slipped away.So instead, Damon lifted a glass from a passing tray and pressed it into my hand. Whiskey.“Smile.” he murmured aloud, voice easy. “You look like a woman enjoying an expensive party.”“I am.” I said lightly. “I just happen to enjoy dismantling empires with my free hand.”Cameron’s mouth twitched. His presence at my back was a constant - heat, steadiness, the promise of viole

I felt pressure.It slid under my ribs and curled around my spine, that familiar warning hum that meant now. My wolf stirred, restless, teeth clicking in the back of my mind.“Down the hall.” I murmured. “Left. By the service stairs.”Cameron didn’t question it. He shifted - half a step, subtle but absolute - placing himself between me and the open corridor. My brothers followed without a word. We’d done this too many times not to know the dance.We were already late.The first Blackridge warrior exploded out of the stairwell mid-shift - bones snapping, claws tearing free before his feet even hit the carpet. He was fast. Sloppy with confidence.Cameron met him head-on. No warning. No roar. Just impact.The sound of it drove into my chest - body hitting wall, drywall cracking as Cameron’s forearm crushed the man’s throat and kept going. The warrior dropped hard, choking, blood already spilling between his fingers.“Two more.” Kieran snapped.They came in silence. Coordinated. Trained.