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.

doubled in an

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escalating bids with mild

a deep breath and raised her paddle

thick as the numbers climbed higher

her gaze from across the room. He studied her for a moment before

the nod with a slight smile.

If she wanted it enough, he would let it

bid reached eighteen million dollars.

Nora hesitated.

any

breathe,

“Twenty million dollars.”

ran through the

you,” she muttered. “She doesn’t even want it–she just

her fists.

prepared for this.

million dollars,” she said

hush fell over the room.

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

her

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

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

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no interest in the 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

slow breath, she raised her paddle. “Twenty–seven million.”

the room.

pleased with the

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

touched her arm. “Are you

jaw tightened. “Yes.”

her paddle.

hall.

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