Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Morning arrived wearing a lie.Sunlight poured through the tall windows like everything was normal. Like the world hadn’t tilted on its axis sometime between poison and survival, between water and fire, between what Cameron was willing to become and what others would try to stop him from being.The mansion was awake in that restrained, watchful way it got before something went wrong.I noticed the details now. The extra guards along the eastern corridor. The servants moving faster, quieter. The way conversations dropped when I entered a room. Anticipation clung to the air like static.I dressed with intention. - No softness. No invitation. No apology - Dark trousers. A fitted jacket. Boots I could stand in for hours. My hair pulled back tight enough to keep my wolf from pacing under my skin. I didn’t want to look like a mate today.I wanted to look like a problem.Cameron watched me from the doorway, already dressed, already Alpha-still. His eyes followed my movements - not possessive

They announced it at noon.Of course they did.The great hall was dressed for ceremony - banners restored, long tables cleared, the old stone floor polished until it reflected light like a mirror. Witnesses arrived in waves: Alphas, Betas, ranked wolves from packs that had learned long ago that absence was a political statement. No one wanted to be absent from this.I stood beside Cameron at the front of the hall, my spine straight, my expression calm. If anyone expected me to look afraid, they would be disappointed.But my wolf was coiled tight inside me, every instinct screaming that this was a trap dressed up as tradition.The Council arrived last.Five men. Same faces. Same entitlement. Bereth walked at the center, Veyne half a step behind him, hands folded, eyes already calculating. They took their places on the raised platform without acknowledging us.Witnesses rose. Silence fell.Bereth stepped forward. “By authority of the Northern Council,” he intoned, voice echoing through

Veyne didn’t bother with pleasantries.“You overstepped.” he said the moment we entered the Council chamber.The doors boomed shut behind us, sealing the sound like a verdict. The room smelled like old paper and older grudges - ink, dust, and the faint metallic tang of blood. That was really peculiar sensation in a quite new mansion.Bereth sat at the center of the table, fingers steepled, his expression carved into something neutral enough to pass for wisdom. Halvorsen leaned back in his chair, thick arms crossed, mouth already pulled into a scowl like this entire meeting was a personal inconvenience he intended to survive through brute irritation alone.Veyne stood.A subtle assertion of height, of dominance, of the unspoken idea that he answered to no one - not even the table he supposedly served.“I followed the law.” I replied calmly. “Your favorite thing.”Cameron didn’t move beside me, but I felt him - solid, contained, a predator choosing stillness. The bond hummed between us,

Every touch slowed time.Not because we were hesitant, but because neither of us wanted to miss a single sensation. Cameron’s hands moved with intention now. Warm, steady, learning me all over again as if memory alone wasn’t enough. His thumbs traced paths that made my breath hitch, then lingered there like he was imprinting the reaction into his bones.I answered without thinking, pulling him closer, my body aligning with his as naturally as breath. The bond responded instantly, tightening, brightening, a living thing between us that thrummed with recognition. Not hunger. Not urgency.Connection.The fire burned low behind us, but I barely noticed the heat from it. Everything I felt came from him - the weight of his body, the warmth of his skin, the quiet sounds he made when my fingers slid over his shoulders and down his back. I felt the way his breath changed, how his control frayed just enough to make my chest ache with want.We moved together slowly, deliberately, like we were de

The arena was already awake.It breathed like a living thing - stone and iron and bodies packed too tightly together, anticipation buzzing through the cold morning air. Torches burned along the circular walls, flames snapping sharply in the dawn wind. Above us, the sky was pale and merciless, the kind of blue that promised clarity instead of mercy.Every step forward tightened something in my chest.Cameron’s hand was still in mine as we emerged from the inner corridor, the sound hitting us all at once -voices, boots, metal, the low thunder of wolves pacing beneath skins. Hundreds of eyes turned toward us. Some curious. Some hungry. Some openly hostile.Vale stood out against them all.Rowan walked a pace ahead, shoulders squared. Silas and Damon flanked us, unreadable and lethal in equal measure. Kieran brought up the rear, gaze sweeping constantly, cataloging threats. They looked like what they were - Alphas in their own right, not here to bow, not here to beg.Cameron now felt like