All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Cameron finally spoke. “It’s about punishing me.”The bond flared with agreement, certainty, anger so cold it burned. I squeezed his hand once.“Tell me everything.” I said. “No more half-truths. If this fight is coming, I need to know exactly what it will cost.”Silence followed. Then Cameron exhaled slowly and let go of my hand. That gesture scared me more than anything else tonight.He crossed the room and took the untouched glass from the table, downing it in one swallow. Didn’t even flinch.“When Blackridge fell into Alaric’s hands,” he began, “the old council let it happen.”Damon swore under his breath.“They called it internal restructuring.” Cameron continued. “Your father wanted to do something, but he was told it wasn’t Vale concern. They told him intervention would destabilize the north.”Rowan’s jaw locked. “Cowards.”“They were afraid.” Cameron corrected. “Blackridge controlled trade routes, mercenaries, information. Alaric had leverage before he had a crown.”My stomac

He caught my wrist before I could tug his shirt higher, fingers warm and sure. Not stopping me - just slowing me down.“Oh, I have some idea,” he murmured, amusement threading through the bond like a spark. “You’re vibrating.”I scoffed softly. “I almost died today. I think that earns me a little impatience.”That did it. His smile softened. Shifted. Turned into something reverent and dangerous all at once.“You earned everything.” he said quietly.He leaned down again, kissing me like he meant to convince every part of me that we were still here. Alive. Connected. His mouth moved with unhurried certainty, like he wasn’t chasing release but claiming time - stealing it back from the chaos, the blood, the almosts.His hands slid to my waist, thumbs brushing skin with deliberate restraint. It made my breath hitch worse than if he’d rushed. He knew that. The bastard absolutely knew that.“Cameron.” I whispered, half warning, half plea.He smiled against my mouth. “Patience,” he said. “I w

I don't know how I did get out of mansion. It was all a blur.The forest hit me like a wave, thick and fragrant with rain-soaked earth. My boots sank into mud, but I didn’t care. Every inhale drew in the sharp, loamy scent of leaves and wet bark, and my lungs remembered what it meant to breathe freely. My wolf surged to the surface, claws flexing, muscles coiling like springs. Bones stretched, fur rose, teeth flashed in a silent snarl at the wind. Now I was a blur, a streak of shadow and instinct, racing along familiar paths, ears flattened, teeth bared, heart pounding in perfect rhythm with the pounding of my paws.The trees rushed past me, each trunk a blur of green and brown, each scent a new map of who had passed this way in the night. Deer, foxes, birds, even the faint trace of other wolves - it all painted the world in layers I’d never notice as human. I didn’t care. I didn’t think. I just ran.And somewhere behind me, Cameron followed - not chasing yet, just tracking. Calm. Ste

The lake was cold.Not painfully so - just enough to bite, to remind me I was still alive, still here, still standing on the edge of something reckless and necessary. The water lapped at my calves as I stepped in, bare skin meeting ripples that shimmered in the sunlight.Behind me, Cameron followed without a word.I felt him before I saw him. The bond shifted - no longer sharp with danger or fear, but slow, coiled, heavy with intent. Alpha focus, but not for war. For me.I glanced back over my shoulder. “You’re staring.”“I’m assessing.” he said calmly.I snorted. “That’s not what assessing looks like.”His mouth curved. “Don’t tell me how to do my job.”The water climbed higher as I waded deeper, cool against my thighs, sending shivers up my spine. My wolf stirred again, curious now instead of panicked. Alert. Playful. She liked water. She liked him in water.Cameron stepped in behind me, boots abandoned at the shore. When the water reached his knees, then his thighs, he stopped - cl

The lake held us.Not gently - but completely, water pressing close, cool and secretive, as if it knew exactly what it was hiding. Cameron’s arms were locked around me now, no space left, no hesitation. Every breath we took was shared, every heartbeat echoed through the bond until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.The world narrowed.The bond flared - not sharp, not warning - but incandescent. It burned through me in a slow, rolling wave, starting deep in my chest and spreading outward, lighting every nerve, every thought. My wolf surged, joyous and wild, throwing herself into the connection without restraint.“Clara..” he breathed, voice breaking for the first time.I felt it then - that moment where everything tipped. Where holding back became impossible. Where time stretched thin and fragile, like glass about to shatter.I clutched him, fingers digging into his shoulders, and the bond answered - pulling tight, drawing us together with breathtaking precision. The lake rock