Semua Bab The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Clara POV “Command recognized.”The voice that came from Elias wasn’t his anymore. It was smooth. Flat. Too precise. Like it had been carved out of him and replaced with something that didn’t breathe.Mara took a step back. “Clara… that’s not him.”“I know,” I said. But it was still his body. And that was the problem. “Elias,” I said sharply. “Stop.”His head tilted slightly, as if evaluating me. Not seeing me. Processing me. Like I was part of a problem he was trying to classify.Then something inside him snapped. It wasn’t loud. Just… wrong. His fingers twitched violently at his sides. Once. Twice. Like two instructions fighting for control of the same muscle.“Elias!” Mara raised her voice.That was the mistake. His attention shifted instantly. And the restraint vanished. He moved too fast toward her. Mara barely had time to step back before he was on her.“NO!”I moved on instinct, but I was still human. Too slow.Elias grabbed Mara by the arm and slammed her into the metal shelv

By the time we secured Elias, the archive no longer looked like a records room. It looked like a battlefield. Shelves lay twisted across the floor. Papers covered the stone like snowdrifts. One wall had cracked where Elias slammed into it, exposing dark lines beneath the concrete.And in the center of it all sat a man who should not have existed.Elias leaned against the reinforced containment chair Cameron’s guards had brought down from the upper level. Heavy steel restraints locked around his wrists and chest - not because Cameron believed Elias was a monster, but because nobody in the room trusted whatever had been built inside him. Not even Elias himself.He sat bent forward slightly, breathing unevenly. Human again. Mostly. But every now and then his fingers twitched like invisible strings were pulling at them.Mara stood near the broken shelves with an ice pack pressed against her shoulder, glaring at anyone who looked at her too long.“I’m fine,” she snapped for the fourth time

The hallway outside the archives felt too warm after the cold underground air. Or maybe it only felt that way because my nerves were still stretched too tightly beneath my skin.Mara walked beside me in silence for exactly twelve seconds. Then she muttered, “So. That was horrifying.”I snorted softly despite myself.“Insightful.”“I’m serious.” She adjusted the ice pack against her shoulder with a grimace. “Your pack has secret sleeper wolves, illegal conditioning experiments, dead children buried in forests, and apparently somebody murdered Cameron’s father.”“When you say it out loud like that, it really ruins the atmosphere.”“The atmosphere was ruined when Elias started speaking like a possessed military manual.”Fair.The upper corridors were quieter this late at night. Most of the pack had already retreated to their quarters, unaware that the foundation beneath Blackridge had just cracked open. Or maybe not unaware. Maybe some of them knew exactly what was happening.That though

The silence in the office lasted exactly one heartbeat after the guard spoke. Then Cameron moved.“Who was on holding detail?” he asked.The guard swallowed. “Two internal security wolves and one medic.”“Names.”The guard listed them quickly. I watched Cameron’s face carefully as each name landed. No visible reaction. But something sharpened behind his eyes during the second one.He knew them. Or recognized something about them.“Where are they now?” Cameron asked.“One unconscious. One missing.” The guard hesitated. “The medic is dead.”Cold slid down my spine. Mara muttered a curse under her breath.“How?” I asked.The guard looked pale. “Neck snapped.”The room went still. Not because of the violence. Because Elias wouldn’t have done that unless he believed he had no choice. Or unless someone else had forced the situation.Cameron grabbed the dark coat draped over the back of my chair and handed it to me without even looking.“Come on.”I blinked. “You just told me to rest.”“I ch

The operations room stayed silent for exactly three seconds after Lucien Vale’s name appeared on the damaged screen.Then Cameron turned and walked out. Every wolf in the corridor moved out of his way instantly. Even the guards looked uneasy now. Because everyone in Blackridge knew Commander Lucien Vale. Respected him. Trusted him.He had served the pack for over twenty years. Trained half the military division personally. Stood beside Cameron’s father during the border wars. And after his death Lucien had practically helped raise Cameron into the Alpha role.Which meant one thing. This betrayal cut deeper than any of the others.Mara hurried beside me as we followed Cameron through the eastern corridors. “Please tell me we’re not about to witness an Alpha-induced public execution.”“I honestly don’t know.”“That is not comforting.”No. It wasn’t.Cameron stopped only once - outside the central command stairwell. He looked toward one of the guards.“Find Lucien Vale.”The wolf straigh