All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I couldn't stop sobbing.Stupidly. Pathetic. And loud.Exactly what I didn’t want my brothers to hear - but this time? This time only one did.I heard a soft knock. Then Rowan’s voice, warm and careful, like he was trying not to spook a wounded animal.“Clara? Can I come in?”I wiped my face with the back of my hand. Great. Now I looked like a raccoon that lost a fistfight.“Yeah,” I croaked. “It’s open.”Rowan slipped inside with the stealth of someone who’d spent his entire childhood sneaking past older siblings. He didn’t say a word at first, just set down the things in his hands.A tub of ice cream. A bottle of wine. A pack of tissues. And - wow - the expensive, ultra-soft blanket I liked stealing from the living room.He knew. Of course he knew. The little shit had always been observant.Rowan eased down beside me on the bed, not too close, not too far. “Rough night?”I let out a laugh that wobbled like a drunk toddler. “Is there any night in this family that isn’t rough?”“Fair

The moment our eyes locked, the world… stilled. Or maybe I did. My breath caught, my pulse tripped, the floor tilted, and somewhere inside my ribcage my wolf sat up like someone had just slapped her awake.Mate.That single word thundered through my skull with so much force I staggered back from the window.“No. No, nope, absolutely not,” I whispered, which was hilarious because my wolf very clearly disagreed."Go." Her voice wasn’t a whisper anymore. She was practically purring, tail-wagging, rolling-in-the-grass thrilled.“I am not going out there. He was spying,” I hissed, even though my face was already heating."Mate."“That’s not an argument!”"Mate."“That is still not-”My wolf pushed up again, brushing against my mind with something I had never felt before. Not anger. Not hunger. Something… anchoring. Something that tugged at me like a magnet locking to steel. Like gravity discovering a new center.She paced in circles inside me, heartbeat syncing with his. A steady, deep thr

The water swallowed his scent like it had been waiting for him.One moment the trail was sharp and clean, threading through the underbrush like a glowing cord only I could see. The next… nothing. Just the cold metallic bite of water and the faint musk of a fox miles past its bedtime.I stared at the muddy bank, breath fogging in the moonlight. A single pawprint dented the soil - huge, fresh, pointing toward the river like a taunt.And that was all.“He left,” my wolf said with hurt in her voice. She pressed against me with a soft, wounded noise, as if expecting me to magically pull him out of the dark like a rabbit from a hat."Trust me, girl, if I could summon a mate, I’d have done it ten minutes ago."The disappointment hit harder than it should have. A heavy, stupid ache right under my ribs. I pressed my hand there, glaring at the river like it had committed a personal crime.“Okay. Cool. That’s fine,” I muttered. “He vanishes into thin air. Classic. Totally reasonable. I love this

The crowd parted just enough for me to see her.Aunt Mara.In a suit sharp enough to cut someone and a smirk sharp enough to finish the job. She stood near the stage staircase, arms crossed, hair in a perfect twist that said I’m about to ruin someone’s day, and I will enjoy it deeply.Of course she was the one behind the invitation. Of course she’d come here to stir a pot the size of a cauldron. And of course she’d chosen now, when my brothers weren’t around and I had apparently “spoiled heiress” stamped across my forehead.“Aunt Mara,” I said coolly. “Still alive. Fascinating.”A few people gasped. Good. Let them clutch their pearls. I wasn’t here to be polite. Not for the snakes.Her eyes glittered. “Clara, darling. You look… less feral than the last time we spoke. Progress.”I smiled sweetly. “And you look exactly the same. Stiff. Cold. Possibly embalmed.”The room’s energy shifted. Interest. Anticipation. A few quiet snorts of laughter.But my aunt didn’t flinch. She simply ge

The air outside the conference hall was cold enough to sting, but it was nothing compared to the heat pulsing under my skin.My brothers flanked me like a personal security detail - Damon on the left, Rowan on the right, Silas and Kieran a half-step behind like he expected a sniper to appear on the rooftop. They were proud, that much I could feel, but also wound tight. Too quiet. Too… watchful.Great. The silence of doom.My wolf paced restlessly. "Something’s wrong. No - someone."That faint scent drifted over the breeze again - pine, smoke, something dark and electric. A scent that lived under my skin since last night. My wolf lifted her head, ears straining, tail stiff with a tension that nearly hurt.Mate.No. I'm not sure. Not yet. Could be someone wearing that scent. Could be a hallucination from lack of sleep. Could be nothing but hope clawing at me like a feral cat.I swallowed and kept walking.We hit the bottom of the wide marble steps when Damon’s jaw twitched. “Clara, we n