All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The muffled music of the gala seeped through the walls, a constant reminder of what was happening just beyond my reach. “Clara, I need to head back. Something urgent at the gala,” Nolan said. I could hear the tension in his voice.I frowned. “You’re leaving? Now?”“Yes. You’re in good hands,” he replied, his tone clipped. “Stay put, stay safe.”I exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling. “Fine. Just… Go.”A knock at the door interrupted me. Rowan, flanked by Silas and Kieran, entered, nodding toward Draven and Lysander.“Clara,” Rowan said, voice calm but firm. “Three of us will head out with the bodyguards to check the perimeter, search nearby areas. You stay here. Nolan will be back as soon as he can.”My stomach tightened. “You’re leaving me alone here? With whoever is behind this still out there?”Kieran smirked, teasing lightly to cut through the tension. “We’re not leaving you defenseless. You have two trained wolves - uh, bodyguards - and a whole mess of brothers. Don’t underesti

The ride back to the mansion felt interminable. Every red light, every turn, every small bump on the road vibrated through me like a drumbeat in sync with my wolf’s restless energy. Draven and Lysander flanked me in the back seat, eyes sharp and scanning. Kieran drove, Rowan sat upfront, Damon and Silas spread across the seats.I could feel my pulse, quick and feral, a constant hum beneath my ribs. My wolf was pacing like a storm caged, teeth scraping at the edge of restraint. Every instinct screamed to spring, to hunt, to chase the scent that lingered faintly on the air from earlier - my mate.“You sure you’re alright, little sister?” Kieran asked from the driver’s seat, voice calm but threaded with worry. “You’ve been… tense since the gala. Almost feral.”I clenched my jaw, letting a slow exhale roll past my teeth. “I’m fine,” I said tightly. “I just… need to focus. Need to process what just happened, what I smelled, what I know is out there.”Draven tilted his head, silent, but the

Branches cracking from multiple sides - left, right, further right, behind us. Heavy steps, deliberate, circling.My wolf’s lips peeled back automatically, baring fangs the size of knives."Not him", she whispered inside our mind. "These new scents - they reek of rot.""Rogues."I felt the shift in the air before I heard the growls. The forest had that charged stillness of a battlefield seconds before the enemy crests the hill.Then shapes began to move between the trees - distorted, stumbling hulks of wolves, missing patches of fur, wounds still oozing, eyes shining with the sick, hungry rage only feral rogues carried.One. Two. Four. Seven.And then more.A whole pack.My pulse slammed against my ribs. "This is a setup. Someone pushed them toward our land.""Someone sent them", my wolf agreed. "Someone wants you erased."Her hackles rose. Muscles bunched like coiled steel. She wasn’t afraid. She was thrilled.The first rogue lunged. We moved before the thought even formed.My wol

The moment Mara whispered “They’re here,” the forest seemed to inhale. Then exhale death.Branches cracked in a circle around us. Heavy steps. Too heavy for wolves. Too many for anything natural. My heartbeat stumbled over itself as I pulled in a breath thick with damp earth and dread.Cameron moved in front of me again - still bare-chested, still bleeding from the sudden change - but there was nothing soft or careful in him now. His entire body hummed with lethal tension.Mara spread her arms like she was welcoming honored guests. “Come now, Clara. Don’t look so scared. It’s family night.”The underbrush tore open.Five rogues lunged into the clearing - feral, gaunt, eyes glowing with the sick, desperate hunger of wolves who’d surrendered their minds long before their bodies. Their fur was patchy, scars layered so thick they formed ridges.But behind them… A sound shook the ground.A bellow - deep, wet, monstrous.My breath locked as the creature lumbered out.Holy hell.It stood tal

The forest was quiet now, almost too quiet. Only the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional distant bird disturbed the calm after the storm. My claws had receded back into fingers, though the slight tingling of adrenaline still lingered in my hands. My clothes were shredded, streaked with dirt and dried blood, and I felt every bruise, every scrape, but I refused to let it slow me down.“Clara.” Rowan’s deep voice cut through the lingering haze, calm but edged with authority.“Here. You need to get cleaned up.”He was already scanning the surrounding forest for threats that weren’t there. Kieran smirked slightly, tugging his jacket back over his shoulders. “Not that you look bad like this,” he teased, nodding at my torn dress and wild hair. “But maybe we save the ruined couture for the memory lane, huh?”I shot him a glare, but the corner of my lips twitched despite myself. “Funny. I almost forgot sarcasm existed outside my own head.”Silas and Damon flanked us, wolf eyes still alert