All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The drive back to the estate was a disaster in slow motion.Kieran barked orders. Damon snapped back. Rowan cursed at traffic that wasn’t even there, and Silas kept checking my pulse like I was seconds from flatlining. I would’ve made a joke about being treated like a collapsing Victorian maiden, but consciousness kept flickering in and out like a dying lightbulb.And beneath it all my wolf didn’t calm. Didn’t retreat. Didn’t sleep.She seethed.By the time we reached the estate, the suppressant had burned out of my system. Almost entirely. My skin buzzed, prickling with heat. My bones ached like they were rattling inside me, begging to snap, lengthen, break free.I stumbled out of the SUV the moment the door opened.Now, back inside the mansion, the worst part wasn’t the pain.It was the waiting.Suppressant injections were basically duct tape over a volcano. Useful. Effective. And temporary as hell.By the time the stuff started to wear off, I was curled sideways on the enormous bed

The forest welcomed us like it had been waiting for this moment… for me. Pine, damp earth, the sweet bite of wind. I tore through it all like a creature waking up from a lifelong coma. My paws dug into the soil, powerful and sure, my body moving with a grace I’d never earned but somehow always owned. And the boys - Kieran, Rowan, Damon, Silas - flanked me like four shadows of the same storm.For once, none of them hovered. None tried to shield me. They ran with me."You’re fast." Rowan’s wolf teased, voice a deep rumble in my skull."She’s ours. What did you expect?" Silas laughed."She’s also doing all the work while you three loafers prance like show ponies." I snapped back.Their laughter boomed through the mindlink, warm, surprised, proud.We slowed only when the trees parted around a clearing. A hush fall over everything. The moon painted an old stone house in silver and shadows. Vines crawled up the walls. A wooden porch sagged but still held its spine. Smoke no longer rose fro

Silas didn’t swear often. So when he inhaled sharply through his teeth and muttered, “Oh, for fuck’s sake..” I knew we had officially crossed into new nightmare territory.Kieran snatched the envelope before I could even blink, eyes scanning the crest stamped in black wax.A thorned circle. A wolf head carved like a warning. A symbol that screamed don’t touch unless you want tetanus.Damon hissed, “Blackthorn.”Rowan’s fork froze halfway to his mouth. “Of course it’s Magnus.”My stomach dropped. “Okay, someone start explaining before I assume I’m being sold to a swamp troll.”Kieran set the envelope down like it was radioactive.Rowan just stared at the letter like it had personally murdered his entire bloodline. Which, honestly, given the vibe, maybe it had.My stomach tightened. “Okay… who is this guy? And why do you all look like you’re about to declare war on the cutlery?”Rowan exhaled through his nose - the kind of exhale that suggested he’d need three hours of meditation, two

“Oh. Come on…” I sighed, dragging a hand down my face.Rowan, Kieran, Damon, and Silas stood in the foyer like four very judgmental Greek statues carved entirely out of overprotective testosterone. All four noses lifted at once.Wolf super-scent.Fantastic.Kieran’s nostrils flared. “Who is that?”Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Male. Not familiar. Not pack.”Silas leaned closer and muttered darkly, “Not human either.”Damon stepped forward, folding his arms like he was about to deliver a verdict. “Clara. Explain.”I raised both hands, exasperated. “I went for a coffee with Cass. A man talked to me. Calm the hell down. He didn’t bite me or lick me or propose in the street.”“That’s not reassuring,” Rowan said flatly.“Why were you close enough to smell him?” Kieran asked.I blinked. “Uh… because that’s how conversations work?”Silas muttered something about “idiot charmers” and “British accents being a plague.”Damon growled quietly. “Describe him.”Oh, great. A police sketch moment. I cross

The city outside the taxi window blurred into a smear of lights and judgment. My reflection stared back - lipstick smudged, cheeks flushed, eyes too bright. I looked like a woman who ran from something. Which, unfortunately, I had.My wolf muttered darkly: "Next time we bite first, talk later."“No,” I whispered to myself. “No biting. Not in restaurants. Not in public.”"Fine." A sulky huff. "But we should’ve at least clawed his stupid phone."“Agreed,” I sighed.The cab dropped me off at the edge of the driveway - just close enough that the driver didn’t get nervous but far enough that the mansion loomed like a gothic morality tale.The front doors opened before I touched the steps.Kieran was there first. Of course he was. His eyes skimmed my face once, then again, sharper. “You’re home early.”Rowan appeared behind him, arms folded like a bouncer screening a VIP list. Damon and Silas followed, flanking like a pack formation that said, someone’s about to die, choose your words wisel