All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

I didn’t cry. Thou I thought I might.When the council left the chamber, when their polished shoes echoed against stone and their polite smiles slipped back into place like masks at a masquerade - I thought maybe my knees would give.They didn’t. Because I was furious. And fury holds you upright.By the time I reached the outer corridor, my pulse had steadied into something colder. Sharper. Calculated.They didn’t threaten me directly. They didn’t insult me. They didn’t even raise their voices.They tried to purchase me. - That was worse.I didn’t go back to Cameron immediately.If I had, I would have let him see too much.Instead, I walked straight to the Vale wing of the estate - the temporary quarters my brothers occupied while the ceremony concluded. Two guards trailed me at a respectful distance. My protection detail. After today, I suspected that would double.Kieran was the first to notice me.He was leaning over the long oak table, sleeves rolled, st udying some ridiculous map

For the first few minutes, neither of us spoke.Cameron rested his forearm against his thigh, gaze scanning the road ahead through the windshield.Not tense. Alert. Watchfull.“You’re quiet.” he murmured.“I’m listening.”“To?”“Everything.”He nodded slightly.Outside, the landscape shifted gradually from Vale’s open gold-toned fields to denser northern forest.The convoy tightened formation as the road narrowed.Through the side mirror, I watched the second vehicle maintain exact distance.No unnecessary movement. Disciplined.I glanced at Cameron. He caught it.“What?”“You fit this.”A faint curve touched his mouth. “Blackridge?”“Yes.”“It was built for me.”“No.” I corrected softly. “You were built for it.”His jaw flexed once. Compliment received. Stored.The radio crackled briefly. “Perimeter clear.”“Maintain pace.” Cameron replied.His voice shifted when he used the comm. It was lower. Command layered into it. - Alpha without raising volume.I rested my head lightly against

The bedroom felt larger once the doors closed.Not because of the space itself - though it was expansive - but because of the silence.No courtyard. No elders. No watchful eyes.Just us. Finally alone.The room was built into the cliffside like the rest of the upper wing. Dark stone walls softened by heavy charcoal drapery. A wide hearth along one side. A bed carved from deep walnut wood, broad enough to look more like a strategic territory than furniture.The omegas had prepared everything meticulously.Fresh linens. Polished floors. Our belongings placed neatly along one wall in traveling cases.No trace of Alaric remained. Not even scent. All cleansed. Respectfully erased.I crossed the room slowly, fingertips brushing the carved headboard. The wood was cool beneath my skin.“This doesn’t feel like your uncle.” I said quietly.“It isn’t anymore.”Cameron set his jacket aside and rolled his shoulders once, tension finally releasing now that we were alone.“It hasn’t been his. Not re

By the time the midday bell rang across Blackridge, I had memorized the layout of three corridors, two stairwells, the location of the archives, the infirmary, and exactly how many warriors trained in the lower yard before noon.One hundred and thirty-two. I didn’t ask for that number. I counted.Old habits.“Midday meal is mandatory for ranking wolves.” my new assistant said beside me as we descended the wide iron-railed staircase. “Attendance is taken for officers and senior staff. It reinforces hierarchy and visibility.”I glanced at her. “So this isn’t lunch. It’s strategy.”The assistant’s lips twitched faintly. “Yes, Luna.”I still wasn’t used to that.We passed through the central hall, where banners of Blackridge hung between stone pillars - deep charcoal and silver stitching, the wolf sigil sharp and clean. The scent of food drifted through the corridor ahead: roasted meat, herbs, warm bread, something rich and savory that made her stomach growl despite the knot sitting in it

From my office window, I watch my mate command an army.The late sun casts everything in molten gold - the training field below alive with motion. Warriors move in disciplined formation, boots striking dirt in synchronized rhythm. Steel flashes. Bodies collide. Orders snap across the air like controlled lightning.Cameron stands in the center.Still. Watching. Correcting with the smallest movement of his hand.He doesn’t need to shout to be obeyed. When he speaks, they listen. When he gestures, they adjust. There’s something dangerously attractive about that kind of authority - the kind that doesn’t need to prove itself.Beside me, Mara closes her tablet.“We are finished for today.” she says smoothly. “Invitations will be drafted and sent for your review in the morning.”I nod absently, still watching the field.Below, Cameron circles two sparring warriors. One overextends. Cameron steps in, disarms him in a blink, and presses him to the ground without visible effort.Even from here