All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 221 - Chapter 229

The chamber went completely silent. The kind that comes right before violence.My wolf pressed forward instantly beneath my skin, every instinct locked on Elias. Alive. Thank Goddess. But something was wrong. He stood beside the stranger too still, shoulders were rigid, eyes distant in a way that made cold crawl down my spine.Conditioned. Triggered. Controlled. - Again.The man above us continued descending the metal stairs with calm, measured steps, like he had all the time in the world.He was older than Cameron, but younger than Lucien. Dark hair streaked faintly with silver at the temples. Military posture. Precise movements. Dangerous type. Not because he looked violent. Because he looked intelligent. The worst kind of monster.Lucien made a broken sound from the floor beside me.“Oh no,” he whispered.The stranger’s eyes slid toward him briefly. “Commander Vale.” he said smoothly. “I was wondering how long you’d survive the interrogation.”My stomach twisted instantly. “You exp

The first conditioned wolf hit the barricades before the panic even finished spreading. Then everything collapsed at once.Screams ripped across the training grounds as civilians scattered in every direction. Warriors surged forward to intercept the attackers while more conditioned wolves emerged from inside the crowd itself.Blackridge turned on itself in seconds.“Tomas, stop!” his mother screamed.He shoved straight through her without even looking at her. Like she was nothing. Like he couldn’t see her at all.My wolf recoiled in horror.Mercer stood at the center of it calmly watching the chaos unfold like a man admiring his own masterpiece. Psychopath.The first conditioned warrior reached Cameron. Bad choice. Cameron met him head-on with terrifying force, slamming him into the dirt hard enough to crack stone beneath them before pivoting instantly toward the next attacker.More came immediately. Too many actually. Not warriors, just weapons following orders. No fear. No hesitatio

By morning, all of Blackridge knew. - Not rumors. Not whispers behind closed doors. - Truth. The kind that poisoned the air after it finally escaped. The council had hidden the conditioning program. Children were taken. Wolves had been turned into weapons. Cameron’s father died trying to stop it. And conditioned wolves still lived among the pack.There was no containing information like that. Especially after what happened in the training grounds.The entire fortress felt raw. Exposed.I stood outside the medical wing watching warriors reinforce internal checkpoints while healers moved between exhausted wolves across the courtyard below. Nobody spoke loudly anymore. Like the pack itself feared disturbing something fragile.Behind me, Cameron was arguing with his healer. Again.“You are not leaving this room.”“I’m the Alpha.”“You’re stitched together by spite and questionable decisions.”A pause.“That feels disrespectful.”“It’s medically accurate.”I bit back a smile. Barely. The h

The first thing I heard was laughter. Not screaming. Not alarms. Not the sharp metallic sound of warriors sprinting through Blackridge preparing for another disaster.Laughter.It drifted through the fortress courtyard just before sunset while golden light spilled across the mountain stone like warmth finally returning after a brutal winter.For one suspended moment, I simply stood there in the main hall and listened to it. Blackridge sounded alive again.My wolf lifted her head quietly beneath my skin. "Home."The gates opened seconds later. And they came back. I wanted to cry from relief.Cameron walked at the center of the returning wolves, dark coat hanging open over black tactical gear still streaked with dirt and blood that thankfully did not belong to him. Not much of it anyway.Relief slammed through the bond so hard my knees nearly weakened. He was safe. Hurt. Exhausted. Furious probably. But safe.Behind him came Rowan, Kieran, Silas, and Damon with the remaining strike team