Chapter 77

“That’s Dalton,” Clara whispered to Nora. “Alpha of the Birch Pack. He’s wealthy, but I don’t think even he would go head–to–head with Arnold for too long.”

Nora glanced at Dalton, a tall, well–dressed man with sharp features. His expression remained composed as he made his bid.

Linda, as expected, countered.

The numbers climbed. Fifteen million. Eighteen million, The

The room fell silent.

twenty.

Dalton sat back, shaking his head with an amused smile, conceding.

The

green diamond bracelet was Linda’s.

Nora let out a slow breath. *At least she’s spent enough already. She shouldn’t compete with me anymore.*

She hoped.

But the next auction item proved her wrong.

The sculpture of a werewolf whistling at the moon was brought onto the stage.

It was breathtaking–carved from silver–grained maple wood, its surface naturally streaked with silver veins, reflecting light like ripples in a moonlit lake.

Nora’s chest tightened. *This is it.*

Her grandmother would love it.

The bidding began, and she immediately raised her paddle.

Linda’s head turned. Her eyes met Nora’s, and something sharp flickered in them.

Then, without hesitation, Linda raised her card.

in an

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bids with mild amusement, joined

and raised her

thick as the numbers

studied her for a moment before offering a small,

returned the nod with a

for him. If she wanted it enough, he would let

reached

Nora hesitated.

went any higher, she would have to let it

was about to breathe, Linda’s voice rang through the

“Twenty million dollars.”

murmur ran through the audience.

muttered. “She doesn’t even

clenched her fists.

had prepared for

dollars,” she said firmly.

over

turned to Arnold, whispering something in his car. He didn’t even blink before

million,” Linda said, her voice

twisted. She had expected Linda to push, but not this aggressively. She

game to her,” Clara whispered.

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sculpture itself–it was just another way to assert dominance, another opportunity to put Nora in her place. But this wasn’t just about pride. The sculpture was the perfect gift

raised her paddle.

room.

as if pleased with

reaching her limit. She had set a budget, but if

arm. “Are

jaw tightened. “Yes.”

her paddle. “Thirty–two million.”

through the hall. “Thirty–two million!

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