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 instant.

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with mild amusement, joined in.

a deep breath and

the room grew thick as the

from across the room. He studied her for a moment

returned the nod with a

him. If she wanted it

reached eighteen million dollars.

Nora hesitated.

any higher, she would have

to breathe, Linda’s voice rang through the

“Twenty million dollars.”

murmur ran through the audience.

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

clenched her

had prepared for

million dollars,” she said

over the room.

slow, deliberate motion. She turned to Arnold, whispering

Linda said, her voice smooth and confident.

her stomach twisted. She had expected Linda to push, but not this aggressively. She glanced at Clara,

to her,” Clara whispered. “And Arnold

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to assert dominance, another opportunity to put Nora in her place. But this wasn’t just about pride. The

she raised her paddle. “Twenty–seven million.”

the room. The stakes were

curled upward, as if pleased with the challenge. “Thirty million.”

in her ears. She was reaching her limit. She had set a budget, but

touched her arm. “Are you sure?”

tightened.

her paddle. “Thirty–two million.”

the hall. “Thirty–two million! Do I hear thirty–five?”

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