All Chapters of The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The forest blurred around us as we ran, paws and feet pounding against the frozen earth. The adrenaline from the fight still pulsed in my veins, the scent of Mara and the remaining rouges heavy in the air. My wolf surged forward, muscles coiled and ready, senses on fire - every crack of a branch, every whisper of wind screamed danger and opportunity at the same time.Cameron ran beside me, his black fur glinting silver in the moonlight, strides long and powerful. Even in human form, he moved with that same predatory grace, but when he shifted into wolf mid-run, it was breathtaking. Bigger, stronger, every movement precise, every step a statement.Rowan, Silas, Kieran, and Damon flanked us, shifting one by one as we neared the perimeter, the sound of their paws hitting the ground a steady drumbeat. Draven and Lysander brought up the rear, scanning the shadows, tails flicking in concentration, eyes sharp and dangerous.The mansion came into view, lights glowing faintly through the trees

The moment that lone howl split the night, the entire mansion went dead still.A single, cracked, wounded sound - distant but sharp enough to slice straight through bone.My wolf detonated inside my chest.I didn’t bother explaining, didn’t bother shifting. I just ran. Kicking my shoes off. Bare feet slamming against marble, claws exploding from my fingertips mid-stride, vision sharpening into a tunnel of moonlight and forest.“Clara!” Rowan barked behind me, but I was already tearing across the front steps, lungs burning. The cold slapped my skin, but I didn’t feel it. All I felt was the pull - that mate-instinct yanking me toward the trees like a hooked wire buried deep in my heart.Branches whipped my arms as I plunged into the forest. My brothers followed moments later - four wolves hitting the ground with growls vibrating low, shaking the underbrush, paws pounding after me.But I was faster. More desperate. More feral.The sound replayed in my head, ripped apart and wrong. Not t

Morning came far too fast.I didn’t sleep. I didn’t sit. I didn’t even make it to my bed. I paced my home office like a feral thing, the mate bond pulsing faint and thin, like a dying ember buried under too much ash. Every time it flickered, my wolf clawed my insides raw.By the time the sun crawled over the Vale cliffs, my nerves felt like exposed wires. I needed to move. Hunt. Tear apart every inch of forest until I found him.Instead, I got a knock on the door. A polite one. Which immediately put me in a foul mood.Because nobody polite knocked on my door. Not after last night. Not with the feral energy leaking out of me like smoke.The door cracked open, and Rowan poked his head in. “You might want clothes,” he said dryly.I glanced down. Still wearing yesterday’s bloodstained shirt and torn leggings. Right. Professional CEO ready to sign million-dollar contracts. Perfect.“Don’t start,” I muttered.He held up his hands. “Just informing you because Damon threatened to drag you to

Rowan didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The look in his eyes when he handed me the tablet was enough to make my stomach drop into my boots.My pulse kicked. I snatched the device from his hand.The screen lit up. The message glared back at me, cold and calculated:Midnight. Come alone.If you want him breathing,bring what belongs to the Vale.Your title.Your vote in the Council.Your ownership of the companies you inherited.Signed over.To me.Tonight.My lungs froze.The room tilted - just slightly - before I forced my knees to lock and stay upright.They didn’t want land. They didn’t even want money.They wanted the power structure of the Vale itself. My seat. My influence. My authority. They wanted to own what the pack relied on. What my parents built.Silas only stared at the message and whispered, “This is bigger than Mara. A lot bigger.”"No kidding." My hands trembled around the tablet as the pieces slammed together in my mind.The “deal” I’d been offered earlier today. The

The torches lining the stone walls flared brighter, flames stretching unnaturally high as if feeding on my fear. Shadows peeled themselves away from pillars, from alcoves, from cracks in the ancient stone I hadn’t even clocked as hiding places.Wolves.Dozens of them.Some half-shifted, claws scraping against the floor. Some fully human, eyes glowing faintly with predatory light. And some… wrong. Twisted. Too tall. Too broad. The kind of monsters born when ambition rots something from the inside.I didn’t step back. If I did, they’d sense it. My fear would only make them tore me in seconds.Instead, I lifted my chin and let my wolf press closer to the surface - not loose, not yet, but close enough to taste blood in the air.“You staged Mara as a fanatic,” I said calmly, though my pulse thundered in my ears. “Let her burn the bridge so you could collect the ashes.”The hooded man chuckled. “Smart girl.”He stepped closer, boots crunching softly on centuries-old bone dust. I caught his