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.

price doubled in an instant.

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with

deep breath and raised her

grew thick as the numbers climbed higher and

gaze from across the room. He studied her for a moment before offering a small, polite

nod with

If she wanted it

the bid reached eighteen

Nora hesitated.

Linda went any higher,

breathe, Linda’s voice rang through the

“Twenty million dollars.”

murmur ran through the

beside her. “She’s pushing you,” she muttered. “She doesn’t even want it–she

clenched her

prepared for this.

million dollars,” she

over

She turned to Arnold, whispering something in his car. He didn’t

Linda said, her

She had expected Linda to push,

her,” Clara whispered. “And Arnold is happy to fund

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sculpture itself–it was just another way to assert dominance, another opportunity to put Nora in her place.

raised her paddle. “Twenty–seven

the room. The stakes were rising fast.

pleased

had set

touched her arm.

jaw tightened.

paddle. “Thirty–two million.”

voice echoed through the hall. “Thirty–two

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