Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Sitting up straight, Emily, a Beta she–wolf of the Silvermoon Pack, began meticulously altering the draft.

My original design, imbued with the essence of my wolf, was slowly being replaced by her “improvements.”

Each stroke of her quill felt like a subtle encroachment, a cunning fox stripping away the artistry of its creator.

My wolf snarled, a low rumble in my chest.

When she finished, she exhaled deeply, her eyes gleaming with triumph, and signed her name, her scent marking the design as her own. The scent was sharp, almost aggressive, a stark contrast to the soft, floral notes of my own.

My wolf bristled.

Suddenly, light footfalls echoed down the hall. My heart pounded, a frantic drum against my ribs.

Emily’s own heart tightened; she hid the draft and pretended to focus on her work. The scent of her anxiety was heavy in the air.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

Alexander’s low voice, rich with his Alpha’s pheromones, called, Emily, still awake?”

His scent, usually comforting, now felt heavy with a hidden intent. My wolf bared its teeth.

Emily took a deep breath, composing herself, and replied softly,“Alexander, come in.”

Alexander entered, noting her tired but grateful smile. Still working so late?

Hard work.

His eyes, however, held a glint of something sharper than admiration.

She smiled tiredly and gratefully.“I want to perfect the designs. You said I should prepare well for the competition; I don’t want to disappoint you.” Her words were carefully chosen, laced with the subtle submissiveness expected of a Beta.

He leaned closer, his Alpha scent overwhelming, a subtle dominance play. Her heart pounded; sweat formed on her palms; she forced

composure.

My own wolf felt trapped, caged by the intensity of his presence.

“How’s it going?” he asked expectantly.

Confidence shone in her eyes; she turned the screen to him.“Alexander, it’s done. Her voice held pride, but a tremor of fear ran beneath

the surface.

“Emily, you’re amazing! Designing clothes is easy for you!” He examined the draft closely, initially impressed but then frowning at some inconsistencies. He assumed she was rushed and confident the minor flaws were no big deal.

His wolf, I sensed, was already plotting.

“Upload this to the design registration Howlnet, remove your signature, and print a copy for me.” Alexander said with a ruthless edge. the sharp scent of his anger filling the room.

Emily understood immediately–she knew Alexander’s vengeful nature and underhanded tactics. She realized he planned to use this draft to frame me. Yet, she feigned innocence and confusion.“Alexander, what are you going to do with my design?”

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My wolf growled, low and warning.

“Just give it to me,” he said coldly, his scent turning icy.

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He quickly printed the design. The printer hummed softly as the pages slid out. Alexander grabbed the papers and strode to the door.

Emily leaned back, a subtle smile on her face. Alexander’s knife was indeed useful.

A chilling satisfaction ran through me as I realized what he was planning.

Alexander quietly went to the pack border. Early in the morning, under the pale light of the waning crescent moon, he climbed the fence, holding the papers high, throwing them into the neighboring territory. The papers fluttered like white butterflies, landing in Smith’s territory.

The scent of his triumph was almost palpable.

The sheets fluttered like white butterflies before settling. Afterward, he jumped down and melted into the shadows, a faint cold smile on his lips, his eyes gleaming with calculation.

My wolf felt the sting of betrayal, a deep wound inflicted not just by his claws, but by his deception.