All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moment the brothers disappeared through the sleek sliding door at the front of the jet, it was like someone unplugged the only noise-cancelling device keeping me sane.Suddenly, everything felt too much.Too quiet. Too rich. Too… cushy?I sank deeper into the buttery leather seat, running my fingers along the stitching that probably cost more than my rent. The cabin lights glowed a warm gold. The champagne in crystal flutes clinked softly with the vibration of the engines. Some kind of fancy wood - walnut? mahogany? expensive tree of sorrow? - lined the walls.Even the air smelled luxurious. Like citrus, pine, and generational wealth.“Okay,” I whispered to myself. “Don’t panic. Don’t hyperventilate. Don’t start asking if the seatbelts are made of unicorn hide.”Of course, that’s exactly when the door at the back of the cabin hissed open. Liana stepped inside.She approached like a runway model who’d been told the catwalk was too narrow and she needed to dominate the plane inste

For a second, no one breathed. Not me. Not the brothers. Not the smug she-wolf with cheekbones sharp enough to file claws on.Then Rowan stepped forward so fast the air shifted.“Enough, Mara.”Ah. Mara. The name sounded like a frostbite warning.She folded her arms. “What? I’m greeting our long-lost Hale. Isn’t that what we wanted? A family reunion?”“Try again,” Damon said flatly. “But maybe without the venom this time.”Mara ignored him and turned those storm-gray eyes back to me. “Clara, was it? I’m your aunt.”Aunt. Right. Of course the universe would hand me a hostile she-wolf aunt on top of everything else. Why not.“You’re… our mother’s sister,” Kieran said tightly, as if clarifying for my sake. Or maybe for Mara’s.“Mm.” Mara’s gaze flicked over me again, slow and unimpressed. “So they finally found you. Took them long enough.”“I wasn’t exactly hiding behind a rock,” I muttered.“Oh, sweetheart,” she said with a too-sweet smile. “You were a rock.”I opened my mouth to sna

The rogue didn’t rush me at first.He just stood there in the dim garden glow, half-shadowed, eyes locked on mine with the cold focus of someone deciding where to bite first. His hackles rose in a slow ripple, like he was savoring the anticipation.Lovely. Absolutely fantastic. My first night in Wolf Mansion and I get the welcome package: “Surprise, you might die.”Inside my chest, my wolf pressed forward, restless, pacing, ears pinned with warning."Danger" she snarled. "Move."I did not move. Because apparently when primal instinct meets real fear, my body picks the “freeze dramatically” option.“Okay,” I whispered, holding my hands up like I was talking to a wild raccoon. “Let’s not do anything rash. Or bitey.”The rogue’s lips curled. He wasn’t listening. Then, with no sound, no warning, he lunged.Not a halfhearted jump. Not a test. An honest, full-intent, jaws-first murder leap.“Of course!” I shrieked, diving sideways. “Why not add attempted homicide to my first-day itinerary

I slept like a tranquilized moose.Not the majestic, antlered kind from nature documentaries. No. I was more the sprawled-out roadkill version, limbs everywhere, mouth open, hair stuck in every possible direction. If anyone had walked in, they would have assumed I’d been cursed by an angry witch and turned into a tragic throw pillow.After last night, honestly, that felt accurate.The rogue wolf’s jaws. The panic. The way my wolf had shoved at the inside of my ribs like a pissed-off roommate. The brothers showing up like vengeance made of muscle. The interrogation starting even before the blood dried.Yeah. Sleep wasn’t sleep. It was a blackout with dreams stitched into it. But morning arrived anyway, unapologetic and bright and kind of smug about it.I peeled myself off the mattress and went straight for the shower. The second the water hit my skin, the ache of yesterday crept up my spine. I winced, rolling my shoulders, and muttered at my reflection in the fogged glass, “I really sh

I didn’t get to decide whether that was romantic or horrifying. Because three shadows suddenly flanked me.Kieran at my right. Silas at my left. Rowan stepping in behind me like he’d teleported. And Damon… Damon materialized in front of me with a growl low enough to rattle my ribs.“What exactly,” Damon said, voice calm in a way that meant run, “were you planning to speak about?”The man didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even pretend to be intimidated.Which should’ve been impossible, considering Damon looked like he was about five heartbeats from turning the marble floor red.Amber-eyes lifted his glass. “Just welcoming your sister to society. No harm intended.”Silas’s voice was a glacier. “Step back.”He did. Slowly. Elegantly. Too gracefully for someone who had just been one snarl away from a mauling.“Of course,” he said, eyes sliding to mine again. “We’ll talk another time, Clara.”No, we will not, I wanted to say. I should’ve known the night was about to go sideways when th