Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

I stood in the center of the Silvermoon Pack Council’s Great Hall, the moonstone lamps casting their ethereal glow.

My designs shimmered on the large viewing screen; their elegant lines, breathtaking even to my wolf–self.

My heart pounded a steady rhythm against my ribs, a counterpoint to the excited chatter of the assembled pack members.

“This work is inspired by the intricate structures of our ancestors‘ dens,” my voice rang out, clear and strong, “integrated into modern Moon–spun fabrics, preserving the artistry of our heritage while embracing contemporary styles.”

My words flowed easily, fueled by the thrill of the moment.

My inner wolf, usually shy and reserved, howled with triumphant pride.

Alexander, seated amongst the judging elders, clenched his fists. This confident she–wolf was a far cry from the timid sister he remembered. I’d always felt overshadowed in our family, eclipsed by Emily’s brightness.

But tonight, my inner radiance shone as bright as the full moon.

“For the details, I’ve woven in the shimmering threads of moonstone dust, capturing the subtle beauty of our heritage and the dynamism of modern design.”

A wave of approving murmurs rippled through the hall; the judges nodded, their quill–pens scratching across their scrolls. Emily, among the other contestants, her claws digging into her paws. Her stolen design paled in comparison to mine. Her wolf whimpered, sensing the impending defeat.

I stepped down from the raised dais.

Grayson, my mate, stood waiting, his powerful frame radiating warmth and protection. He presented me with a magnificent bouquet of moon blossoms, each petal glistening with moon dew.

“For my amazing luna,” he rumbled, his voice a low growl of affection. The scent of his wolf, strong and reassuring, filled my senses. My wolf’s tail thrummed with happiness. Other contestants cast envious glances at the display. Their own gifts, alongside those from Alexander and Jared, seemed paltry in comparison.

Caleb, standing discreetly in the shadows, watched with a quiet intensity, his gift of pale moon lilies somehow pathetic. His scent, normally a comforting presence, felt weak tonight, lacking the confidence of Grayson’s.

Jealousy burned in Emily’s eyes; she bit her lip, tasting blood.

She forced a smile, the effort palpable.

“Isabella is so amazing; I can’t compare to her,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

My wolf bristled at the insincerity even as I felt a surge of pity for her.

Jared and Alexander, stunned by my skill, refused to accept my rapid improvement since leaving the Miller pack.

Then, Emily’s words struck them like a poisoned arrow.

Her eyes flickered, a subtle shift betraying her true intentions.

“Isabella is amazing; she created this in just a moon cycle; I can’t believe it,” she said.

Her tone, seemingly admiring, held a venomous undercurrent.

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The words hung heavy in the air.

Alexander and Jared’s faces hardened. My wolf snarled internally at their accusations. How could such a rapid improvement be

possible?

The scent of suspicion hung heavy in the air, acrid and unpleasant.

Alexander’s gaze turned glacial. His knuckles gleamed white. “Grayson must’ve bribed a master weaver; he paid for this design!”

Jared slammed his fist on the stone dais.

“I know Isabella’s abilities; she couldn’t create this level of design!” His wolf’s fear and distrust were palpable.

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Alexander stood, a cold smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t believe she suddenly became so talented. Grayson used foul play to advance

her!”

His wolf’s aggression was barely contained.

Emily lowered her head, a triumphant gleam in her eyes – they were falling right into her trap.

“She dared to use a purchased design and outshine Emily?” Alexander’s eyes blazed. “I’ll report her to the Pack Council!”

He strode toward the judges, his heavy paws thudding on the stone floor.

Emily watched him go, a malicious smile playing on her lips.

Her wolf howled silently with glee.