Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 12

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Running a high fever, I forced myself out of the Miller family’s den in the pack. I couldn’t bear to stay in that den for another second.

My wolf felt trapped, the scent of their pack overwhelming my senses.

The night breeze hit me, making my head spin even more; my steps unsteady.

Just as I turned the corner, a Howler suddenly shot out in front of me!

Screech! A swift, black beast, obsidian in the moonlight, skidded to a halt, inches from my heels.

Its sharp musky scent, strong and unfamiliar, filled my nostrils.

“Hey, watch where you’re walking,” a voice sneered, laced with the arrogant confidence only an Alpha could possess.

The beast shifted, revealing a familiar, stunningly handsome face, his features sharp and cold, his thin lips devoid of warmth.

His scent, a potent blend of power and arrogance, sent a shiver down my spine, and my wolf cowered.

His wolf pulsed with barely–concealed dominance.

I glanced at him, then collapsed right in front of the beast.

“Whoa, trying to scam me? The Miller family’s little princess?” He dismounted, a smirk playing on his lips.

He squatted, cigarette -or rather, a rolled leaf of Nightshade, a potent herb–in hand, his tone mocking.

He was Grayson Hayes, the sworn enemy of my brothers, someone they’d had a feud with since they were pups.

His Alpha presence was undeniable, radiating an aura of superiority. The wolves in my family were exceptional, but Grayson was even

more so.

He epitomized the ideal “perfect pup,” handsome, cunning, and relentlessly successful in everything he attempted.

My brothers and I had been constantly compared to him since we were pups.

The competitive streak of my brothers is fierce, and after countless humiliations of not measuring up to Grayson, they developed a deep–seated hatred for him.

They’d once attempted to challenge him to a fight, but he’d effortlessly defeated all five of them.

As he’d stalked away, he’d even stepped on my eldest brother’s face, his scent a clear declaration of dominance.

From that moment, the animosity was etched in stone.

Even now, despite living in neighboring territories, their relationship was venomous.

Grayson constantly undermined Andrew and Caleb’s pack standings, outshone Mason and Alexander in their studies of ancient wolf lore, and even the hot–headed Jared had lost to him in a sparring match, never setting paw in the training grounds again.

Since we were pups, my brothers had constantly warned me that Grayson was arrogant, deceitful and cold–hearted, warning me never to engage with him.

As a kit, I clung to my brothers, heeding their every word, never uttering a single word to Grayson.

But now, all I could think was, “Whatever.” My wolf whimpered, but a stubborn defiance ignited within my heart.

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