Crippled Luna's Farewell Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception novel Chapter 91

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. 

Sarah’s heart sank. So she is doing this on purpose.” 

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Dalton, watching the escalating bids with mild amusement, joined in. 

Sarah took a deep breath and raised her paddle again. 

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

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

nod. 

Sarah returned the nod with a slight smile. 

It was an unspoken agreement–this wasn’t personal for him. If she wanted it enough, he would let it go. 

Then, the bid reached eighteen million dollars. 

Sarah hesitated. 

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

Just as she was about to breathe, Linda’s voice rang through the hall. 

“Twenty million dollars.” 

A murmur ran through the audience. 

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

Sarah clenched her fists. 

She had prepared for this. 

“Twenty–two million dollars,” she said firmly. 

A hush fell over the room. 

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

“Twenty–five million,” Linda said, her voice smooth and confident. 

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

“This is a game to her,” Clara whispered. “And Arnold is happy to fund it.” 

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Sarah knew Clara was right. Linda had no interest in the 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. If she lost it, she wouldn’t have another chance. 

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

A few gasps rippled through the room. The stakes were rising fast. 

Linda’s lips curled upward, as if pleased with the challenge. “Thirty million.” 

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

Clara touched her arm. “Are you sure?” 

Sarah’s jaw tightened. “Yes.” 

She lifted her paddle. “Thirty–two million.” 

The auctioneer’s voice echoed through the hall. “Thirty–two million! Do I hear thirty–five?” 

Linda twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger, then tilted her head at Arnold. Another whisper. Another nod. 

“Forty million,” she said. 

A murmur swept through the crowd. Even Dalton, who had been watching with mild amusement, sat up straighter.