Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

“Should we… send a mental message to Isabella?” a pack member suggested cautiously. “She fixed it in one night last time.”

“Yes, and her modifications made the drone incredibly stable.”

Jared’s brow furrowed deeper. He hated to admit it, but since my departure, the pack’s technological prowess had plummeted. Even with expensive specialists, they couldn’t match my skills.

My wolf snarled at the thought of their incompetence.

The scent of their fear was almost overwhelming.

But desperate times called for desperate measures. His wolf urged him to act, to reclaim the pack’s former glory.

He took a deep breath and initiated a mental link. My cool voice echoed in his mind, “What is it?”

“The drone’s malfunctioning,” Jared said, suppressing his displeasure. “I’ll compensate you according to an engineer’s salary to fix it.” His tone was condescending; he assumed I’d accept this paltry offer.

His wolf, usually confident, felt a prickle of unease.

He knew this was beneath me.

After a few seconds of silence, I chuckled and flatly refused, “No.”

“Twenty thousand silver coins a moon cycle plus a bonus,” Jared sweetened the deal, confident I’d cave.

He remembered me as easily swayed. My wolf scoffed at the notion.

“Mr. Miller,” I said with biting sarcasm, “Have you forgotten I’m the reigning champion of the Silvermoon Clan’s Design Competition? My time is far more valuable than you think.”

Jared was stunned, then angry.“What do

you

mean?”

His wolf growled, a low rumble of frustration.

“Literally,” I said calmly.“My time is precious, not something you can buy with a lowball offer. Besides…”

I paused, my voice cold. “Why should I help you?” My wolf felt a surge of icy satisfaction; this was the right approach.

He reveled in my power over this situation.

“You!” he snarled, his mental image flashing with barely controlled anger.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m busy,” I severed the link before he could respond.

My wolf relaxed as I felt the link snap.

His satisfaction at my rejection was palpable.

Silence hung heavy in the air. Jared trembled with anger, slamming his hand onto the workbench with a loud bang. The pack members exchanged uneasy glances, no one daring to speak. The scent of fear hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the normally sharp, confident scents of the pack.

My own wolf sensed their fear and felt a surge

of

power.

Jared looked at them, suppressing his anger. I’ll find a way; if not, I’ll find that repair she–wolf from last time, even if it costs more.” He

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was worried about the silver, but not now. If worse came to worst, he’d ask Andrew for help.

When I was around, the pack’s finances were stable. They had a foundation; a little chaos was manageable.

My wolf chuckled, recognizing the pack’s dependence on me.

But even after he relented, no one else moved.

“What’s wrong?” he asked impatiently.“Hurry up!”

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A pack member said, his voice trembling, “We’re out of silver; we can’t even buy essential parts. Purchase requests keep getting rejected.”

“What?!” Jared’s eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead. He slammed the workbench again, rattling the parts. His wolf snarled, the sound echoing in his mind.

When I was here, he never worried about this stuff. But as a member of the Miller family, he knew the numbers–how much silver should be in the pack’s treasury, the moon cycle expenses.

His wolf felt betrayed and foolish.

Now they couldn’t even afford parts? Impossible!

“What happened?!” he gritted his teeth.

No one spoke.

He stormed to the corner computer, yanked out a chair, and sat down hard. His fingers pounded the keyboard loudly. He was

determined to find out where the silver had

gone.

The accounts popped up quickly, revealing several suspicious transfers–all from when I was still with them.

His face darkened further.

His wolf felt a surge of betrayal and anger, a potent mix of emotions.

No wonder I refused his offer–I knew the pack was broke!