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.

is doing

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bids with mild amusement, joined in.

breath and raised her

grew thick as

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

nod.

the nod with a

personal for him. If she wanted it

the bid reached eighteen

Sarah hesitated.

budget was twenty million. If Linda went any higher, she would have to

about to breathe,

“Twenty million dollars.”

ran through

you,” she muttered. “She doesn’t even

clenched her

had prepared for this.

dollars,” she said firmly.

fell over the

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

her voice smooth and

expected Linda to push, but not this aggressively. She glanced at Clara, whose brows were furrowed in irritation.

to her,” Clara whispered. “And

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sculpture 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.

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

few gasps rippled through the room.

as if pleased with the challenge.

had set

her arm.

tightened. “Yes.”

her paddle. “Thirty–two

voice echoed through the hall. “Thirty–two million! Do I hear