Chapter 217
My live stream felt awkward, my popularity plummeting faster than a rogue moonbeam.
My wolf felt the sting of it, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Alexander, however, reacted swiftly.
His powerful alpha presence practically vibrated through the Howlnet as he sent a torrent of gifts – a phantom silver chariot, a constellation of glittering stars, a majestic pack territory – each more extravagant than the last, nearly overwhelming the screen. The moment the Carnival gift landed, it catapulted to the Howlnet’s homepage, drawing in a fresh wave of viewers. My popularity surged
back.
A sigh of relief – his wolf’s relief, I could feel it – washed over Alexander.
He clearly couldn’t stand being bested by me.
Andrew, sensing the shift in the tide, also joined the fray, showering Emily with gifts.
Phantom chariots, shimmering galaxies, dreamlike territories… each gift a lavish display of wealth, almost obscuring everything else on
the screen.
It was blatant, a transparent attempt to boost Emily and overshadow me.
The other wolves on the Howlnet were furious.
“This is outrageous! Isabella poured her heart into her designs, and Emily just gets showered with gifts!”
“Exactly! The Miller brothers are clearly biased, using their wealth to buy popularity!”
“Isabella’s the rightful pup, yet she’s treated like this?”
“Poor Isabella. So talented, yet her own family treats her like this.”
The outpouring of support for me was a balm to my wounded pride. My wolf, however, remained cautious. I wasn’t the same Isabella who desperately craved familial acceptance.
Leaving the Miller pack, shedding the weight of expectations, severing ties with my supposed brothers- it all felt like shedding a heavy
pelt.
My focus was singular: my work,
I didn’t need their approval, their affection, nothing they could offer.
“Thank you for your support, but I’m fine,” I announced, finishing the intricate design and opening a new window. “I’ve left the Miller pack. Who they choose to favor is none of my concern.”
My composure, my unwavering focus, solidified my position.
The popularity, briefly leveled by wealth, tilted back sharply in my favor.
Back at the Miller pack villa, Andrew’s face darkened as he read the comments supporting me. He grabbed his comm–stone and contacted Jared.
“Jared, shower Emily with gifts! Now!” Andrew’s voice was sharp, laced with barely contained fury.
Jared hesitated. He wasn’t comfortable with this. The drone incident had soured his perception of Emily. More importantly, he felt a
gnawing guilt towards me and wanted no part in this.
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“Andrew, I…”
“Don’t waste time! Shower her with gifts!
Don’t push me to do this myself.” Andrew’s tone hardened, a threat underlying every word.“Or do you want to become like that ungrateful she–wolf and
oppose us?”
“I didn’t…” Jared’s voice trailed off.
He reluctantly opened Emily’s live stream and began sending gifts, his wolf feeling the unease acutely.
After a moment of internal struggle, he tried to access my stream, intending to send gifts to me as a silent apology.
He was met with an access error.
His account was blocked.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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