Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

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I descended the stairs slowly, the morning sun, weak even at its height in the Silvermoon Pack territory, filtering through the windows.

Just then, a servant she–wolf hurried toward me, holding a stack of water–soaked papers, slightly curled, clearly brought in from outside–the scent of damp earth and unfamiliar wolf clinging to them. My wolf sensed something wasn’t right.

I was about to walk past, but she politely stopped me, sounding puzzled.“Miss Miller, are these yours?” Her voice held a note of genuine

concern.

I stopped, turning to look at the papers.

My pupils constricted; my heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The lines, the colors–familiar yet altered.

My wolf’s hackles raised; this wasn’t just a coincidence.

I took the papers, frowning. They resembled my designs but had been drastically altered.

The scent of Emily was faint but present, mingled with the musk of a foreign wolf.

“Where did you find them?”

My voice was steadier than I felt.

She replied respectfully.“In the pack territory border. Since you’re the only one who designs with such a unique style, I thought they

were yours.”

She hesitated.

“Are they not yours?”

I smiled calmly, taking the papers.

“They’re mine. Maybe they blew in from my den last night. Thank you for bringing them to me.” My voice betrayed none of the turmoil

within.

Back in my den, I examined them; the lines were familiar, yet the alterations were unmistakable. These additions were clearly Emily’s style.

Her scent was stronger now, overlaid with the sharp, almost predatory scent of an Alpha.

She liked adding intricate patterns, making them look extravagant, but these additions destroyed the original harmony, the natural flow of the design. Her sketches being near the pack border was no coincidence.

I scanned the sketches, mentally shifting into a sensory–enhanced state to connect to the Howlnet. I uploaded one of my original designs, purging the alterations.

“Ding!” Upload complete.

A wave of relief washed over me.

I leaned back, a genuine smile finally gracing my lips.

Meanwhile, Alexander sat in his den, staring at his computer screen.

Seeing my updated work, a triumphant gleam flashed in his eyes. His wolf exhaled, pleased with the success of its scheme.

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“She took the bait,” he whispered, tapping the desk. He believed I was complacent, unaware of his trap. Thieves should be punished!” The scent of his anticipation hung heavy in the air.

My wolf sensed the danger still lurking.

Time flew, and the competition day arrived. I stood before a polished obsidian surface, adjusting my

outfit.

The polished surface reflected my image; a strong she–wolf prepared to face whatever lay ahead. Opening the door, I saw Grayson leaning against the frame, in a tailored black suit, his scent calm and reassuring.

“Ready?” he asked, looking at my portfolio.

I nodded, surprised.“Grayson, don’t you have a council meeting today?”

“My sister’s competition is more important,” he said naturally, taking my portfolio.

His wolf’s loyalty was clear and comforting.

Warmth filled my heart. Since Emily’s arrival, I’d faced everything alone. Now, Grayson, despite his busy schedule, remembered and came to support me; my eyes welled up.

My wolf felt a surge of gratitude.

I placed my hand on his. “Thank you, Grayson.”

The touch was electric, a silent acknowledgment of unspoken feelings.

The competition venue, a vast cavern decorated with shimmering crystals, buzzed with wolves. As I stepped toward the entrance, I froze, spotting Emily standing center stage, dazzling in a gown designed to enhance her already impressive physique.

Alexander and Jared flanked her like loyal bodyguards. Alexander clutched her bag protectively, his Alpha scent sharp and possessive, guarding his precious sister. Jared carefully handed her a water bottle, his concern palpable.

My wolf felt a fresh wave of anger, sensing the manipulation at play.