Free Web NovelChapter 129: Chapter 129
Aria’s POV
Lana sensed everything. She reached up with her soft little hand and patted my chest.
It was barely any force, but it soothed me.
I lifted Lana’s tiny hand and pressed it to my lips.
Her palm was warm, and soft. My little pup’s scent soothing the raw ache in my chest. My breath fluttered across her skin, and she let out a sweet coo, reaching up to clumsily wipe the tears I hadn’t even realized were still falling.
My wolf steadied inside me, slow breaths, calmer heartbeats...all thanks to her.
Seeing that I was no longer shaking, the lead staffer spoke gently.
“We understand your emotions, Ms. Darvin. Do you need more time? We can delay the process.”
I shook my head, wiping my face with the back of my sleeve.
“No. Let’s go ahead.” free𝑤ebnovel.com
Time didn’t stop for grieving wolves.
We either moved forward or got dragged under.
And now that I had Lana my pup, my anchor, I needed to be strong. No more drowning in the past.
The staffer nodded respectfully. “As you wish. Madam Oslen left behind an immense fortune. Please follow me to our vault.”
My wolf lifted her ears. Vault?
I nodded and followed him down a quiet corridor.
The rest of the staff stayed behind, positioned like guardians at the entrance, their scents calm yet alert. It reminded me of pack warriors holding the perimeter protectivelty.
“After you,” the lead staffer said, unlocking a high-tech steel door that hummed faintly with enchantments I almost felt on my skin. He ushered me inside.
I stepped in and froze.
There were no gold bars.
No glittering mountains of diamonds.
Instead...
Two towering rows of bookshelves.
My heart skipped. My wolf leaned forward eagerly. Books meant knowledge, legacy, secrets and strength.
“Right this way,” the staffer said.
Reluctantly, I turned away from the shelves and followed him to a corner—where an exquisite dressing table sat like a relic from a forgotten era. The surface was carved from ancient walnut, inlaid with rare feathers that shimmered like moonlight on a wolf’s fur.
He put on black gloves and opened the delicate drawers.
Jewels sparkled inside...brilliant, blinding, enough to make my wolf squint.
Necklaces, rings, brooches... each piece more extravagant than the last.
“Madam Olson was an avid jewelry collector,” he explained. “This is one of the collections she left for you.”
Then he picked up a thick stack of documents.
“These are the deeds to several villas, estates, lands... and one fully operational winery overseas.”
“This is...” I breathed, unable to finish.
My voice failed.
My wolf was equally stunned, tail flicking in disbelief.
The Darvin family hadn’t been wealthy for years. We’d been scraping by. Yet Grandma Kate... my Kate... had been sitting on a fortune the whole time?
I stared blankly at the spread of glittering wealth.
The staffer didn’t rush me. His scent carried genuine warmth, pride even.
Finally, I found my voice. “Everything in this room... is what my grandmother left for me?”
“Yes, Ms. Darvin.”
My gaze drifted back to the shelves.
“What about those two? What’s on them?” I asked, unable to keep my wolf from pushing me forward.
The staffer blinked in surprise. People usually got drunk on diamonds and property deeds. They didn’t walk away from millions to chase dusty shelves.
But I wasn’t “people.”
I was a wolf raised by a woman of depth. Wealth glittered, yes—but knowledge pulsed.
The staffer’s respect for me sharpened. “Those are precious documents Madam Olson wanted you to have. Mostly... fragments of her life’s work.”
“Precious documents?” I echoed, already crossing the room with hurried steps, clutching Lana closer.
As I scanned the shelves, my breath caught.
The first row—
Musical scores. Original manuscripts. Lyrics written by legendary composers. Some pages still carried faint marks of Kate’s notes.
My fingertips tingled, my wolf humming with awe. Kate had taught me everything: law, medicine, piano, voice control, logic... she’d raised me with the precision of a master grooming an heir.
And here—here was proof she had prepared me for a life larger than I ever imagined.
I moved to the second shelf.
Case files. Rare medical texts. Art portfolios.Documents from the Hemsworth Group’s most unusual cases, some that had been whispered about in werewolf circles as unsolved mysteries. free𝑤ebnovel.com
Paintings so old they smelled faintly of dust, oil, and history.
I ran a hand across the spines one by one, my wolf’s heartbeat syncing with my own.
The jewels behind me glittered.
The property deeds lay stacked in neat piles.
But the real weight, the true legacy, was here.
These shelves were worth more than everything else combined.
Each book...each file...each manuscript...was a relic of Kate’s brilliance, a piece of her soul she had preserved for me.
And suddenly, I realized something very profound—
