Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

“That’s Dalton,” Clara whispered to Sarah. “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.”

Sarah 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. Then twenty.

The room fell silent.

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

The green diamond bracelet was Linda’s.

Sarah 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.

Sarah’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 Sarah’s, and something sharp flickered in them.

Then, without hesitation, Linda raised her card.

The price doubled in an instant.

sank. So she is doing

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escalating bids with mild amusement,

breath and raised

in the room grew thick as the numbers climbed higher and higher.

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

nod.

the nod with a slight

for him. If she wanted it enough, he would

the bid reached eighteen million

Sarah hesitated.

went any

to breathe, Linda’s voice rang through the hall.

“Twenty million dollars.”

murmur ran through the audience.

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

her fists.

prepared

dollars,” she said

over the room.

smirked, crossing her legs with a slow, deliberate motion. She turned to Arnold, whispering something in his ear. He didn’t

her voice

to push, but not this

is a game to her,” Clara whispered. “And Arnold

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itself–it was just another way to assert dominance, another opportunity to put Sarah in her place. But this wasn’t just about pride. The sculpture was the perfect gift for her grandmother. If she lost it, she wouldn’t have another

slow breath, she raised

the room. The

curled upward, as if pleased with

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

touched her arm. “Are

tightened.

lifted her paddle. “Thirty–two

hall. “Thirty–two