Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

I met his gaze impassively, my expression revealing nothing. Caleb felt a sharp pang of pain; he’d expected some flicker of emotion, some sign of forgiveness.

My blank face conveyed the depth of his failure; the weight of his gift felt unbearable.

My wolf, however, seethed.

My chest burned with resentment!

In my past life, I’d toiled for three sleepless nights resolving a crisis for Caleb; he’d promised me this a reward.

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But, for Emily, he’d given it to her. Emily then sold it, replacing it with a crude imitation, claiming I’d destroyed it in a fit of jealousy.

Caleb refused my explanations, even when I exposed the forgery, condemning me to the depths of the pack’s dungeon for three days!

Now, this same satchel–a constant reminder of his betrayal–was presented as a birth gift.

This was not a celebration; this was an open wound.

“It is unnecessary, Alpha Miller; my brother already provided one for me,” I stated coldly.

Caleb slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the pile of gifts.

His eyes locked onto a familiar package–the same satchel he’d just presented.

His hands trembled involuntarily; panic and unease flickered in his eyes. His wolf whimpered.

He swallowed, his voice wavering.

“Isabella… Isabella… if you do not like this gift…”

“Alpha Miller,” I interrupted, my gaze sharp.

“I dislike you; whatever you give me, I will not like it.”

Those words struck Caleb like a physical blow. He recoiled until his back hit the cold stone wall, halting his retreat. His face drained of color; his lips trembled.

“Isabella… Isabella…” His wolf whimpered again, completely submissive.

Seeing Caleb’s humble plea, Jared and Alexander’s anger ignited. They surged forward, Jared leading the charge.

“Caleb, look at yourself!” Jared gestured towards Caleb, his voice brimming with anger.

“Isabella treats you thus; why do you still beg her? You disgrace yourself!”

Caleb turned, meeting Emily’s bewildered gaze. He hastily concealed the satchel, panic etched across his features.

Anger roiled within Emily, yet she maintained a sweet smile, her voice soft.

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“Caleb, it is Isabella’s birth; it is fitting to present her a gift; do not worry for me.”

Before she finished, tears streamed down her cheeks, glistening like moonstones, radiating a pitiful aura,

Alexander observed Emily’s tears, his brow furrowing, his expression darkening ominously.

She wiped her tears, sobbing.

“Caleb, I did not intend to weep; I am simply distressed… I am not envious of Isabella; I did not prevent you from giving her a gift; you… you… I feel… unnecessary… if I were not here, you could celebrate Isabella’s birth openly,” Her wolf’s pain was palpable, a low mournful whine echoing within her words.

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