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

heart sank. “So she is doing this

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escalating bids with mild

and

room grew thick as the

gaze from across the room. He studied her for

nod with a slight smile.

for him. If she wanted it enough, he

reached

Nora hesitated.

was twenty million. If Linda went any higher, she would have to let it go.

she was about to breathe, Linda’s voice rang

“Twenty million dollars.”

ran through

doesn’t even want it–she just wants to make you

clenched her fists.

prepared for this.

she

fell over the room.

slow, deliberate motion. She turned to Arnold, whispering something in his car. He

million,” Linda said, her voice

neutral, but her stomach twisted. She had expected Linda to push, but not this aggressively. She glanced at Clara, whose brows were furrowed in

her,” Clara whispered.

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to put Nora in her place. But this wasn’t just about pride. The sculpture was the perfect gift for her

breath, she raised her

few gasps rippled through the room. The stakes

lips curled upward, as if pleased with the

pounded in her ears. She was reaching her limit. She had set a budget, but if she let this go, she

touched her arm. “Are you sure?”

tightened.

lifted her paddle.

echoed through the hall.

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