All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The room had gone quiet.Not silent - the manor never truly slept - but the kind of stillness that happens right after you drop something priceless and everyone waits to see whether it shatters.Rowan held the bloodstained envelope between two fingers like it was toxic. Because honestly? It was.Silas stood closest to me, jaw clenched, eyes flicking between me and the letter as though trying to decide whether to punch a wall or burn the world.Damon’s wolf was so close to the surface I could feel his anger humming through the air.Only Kieran spoke first. Calm. Low. Too controlled.“This looks personal,” he said. “And it’s a death threat.”Rowan nodded once, slow and lethal. “Whoever this is… we will finish him first.”My heartbeat jumped, loud enough I swear they all heard it. The envelope lay on the table now - dark red smudges, a torn edge, the ugly scribble of those words:Stay in your place, little girl.And underneath it… the scent. Faint. But unmistakable.My mate.I swallowed

“Well, that was weird,” Rowan muttered once the door clicked shut behind Mara. “And that’s saying something. Even for her.”Silas snorted. “She smelled like a distillery. And resentment.”Kieran leaned back against the sofa, rubbing a hand over his face. “She’s always been… intense. But tonight? That was a new level of unhinged.”Damon didn’t say anything. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the door like he expected her to kick it back open and finish the job.As for me? My head was spiraling. My pulse still hadn’t steadied.Not from the shouting. Not from the venom in her eyes. Not from that last look she gave me - the one that didn’t feel angry. It felt… familiar. Like I’d seen it before.Somewhere between the headlines. In the sneers. In the sabotage. In the way every crisis hit me, specifically, like someone had a vendetta.My wolf shifted uneasily. "Her hands aren’t clean.""Yeah. I was starting to get that sinking suspicion myself."But I held it in. Kept my face neutral. The mas

The restaurant looked like the kind of place where even the air had a dress code.Glass walls. Gold accents. A skyline view sharp enough to slice a person.And me - stepping out of the elevator with two giants at my back like I’d just arrived to negotiate a peace treaty or launch a hostile takeover. Honestly? Either worked.I spotted Nolan instantly. He stood as soon as I came into sight, smiling with that smooth confidence only men who owned entire skyscrapers seemed to have.“Clara Vale,” he said warmly, pulling out my chair for me. “I’m honored. And mildly terrified.”I blinked. “Terrified?”He nodded solemnly, then pointed at the men behind me. “Yes. Those two look like they could snap me in half using only one eyebrow.”Behind me, both bodyguards shifted and I swear the building temperature dropped a degree.I sat down, smirking. “They take their job seriously.”Nolan grinned. “Clearly. If your brothers were trying to send a message, consider it received, framed, and hung on my

By the time the front doors swung open and the four of them stepped inside, the sky outside had already bled into deep indigo. The mansion lights glowed warm and golden, and for the first time since morning, I felt… settled. Not safe. Never that. - Even with those two shadows walking behind me all the time. - But grounded enough that my heartbeat didn’t mimic a war drum.Rowan strode in first - because of course he did - loosening his tie like it had personally offended him. Silas followed behind him, scrolling through something on his tablet but looking up the second he saw me. Kieran offered a tired but soft smile. Damon? Well, Damon just looked at me for a second like he was trying to read a whole novel behind my eyes.“Hey,” I said, leaning casually against the kitchen island as if I hadn’t been waiting for the exact moment they stepped through the door like an anxious puppy with perfectionist tendencies.Rowan halted, sniffed the air - subtle for a normal person, not subtle at al

I lay sprawled across my bed like a corpse that had been stylishly arranged - one arm over my eyes, hair everywhere, laptop still half-open beside me with tabs about “early-stage business structuring” and “why CEOs age ten years per quarter.”It was ridiculous. I should’ve been asleep already. I’d brushed my teeth, hydrated like a responsible adult (okay fine, I chugged from a fancy glass bottle because I couldn’t find my regular one), and flopped onto the mattress with every intention of passing out.But my brain had other plans. Now I was staring at my phone like it held the secrets of the universe. Or a demon.Same difference.I checked my messages again.Nothing new - yet. The earlier threat still sat at the top of my notifications like a rot blossoming under glass.Unknown Number:Stay in your place, little girl.No context. No signature. Just venom.Even the font felt aggressive.A growl rumbled low in my chest - my wolf pacing in the back of my mind, pressing her claws against