Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

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I chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth, as if hearing a joke. I covered my mouth, my shoulders trembling slightly, but my eyes remained icy. My wolf reveled in his discomfort; the scent of his desperation was almost sweet.

“Mr. Miller,” I said, a sarcastic smile playing on my lips. “You just interrogated me like a criminal from start to finish, and now you think a light ‘I’m sorry‘ will make me forgive you and obediently return to your pack? You really think that’s going to happen?” My wolf snarled internally at the audacity of his expectation.

His face shifted between pale and red; his lips were pressed together; his hands were clenched into fists. His wolf was clearly agitated, his scent a mix of frustration and fear.

In the past, if he softened even a bit, I’d melt and follow him like a pup. But now, seeing my impassive eyes, he felt uncertain.

My wolf’s power was intoxicating, and I relished it.

“Then… how can I earn your forgiveness?” his voice lowered, a hint of plea in it.“I apologized.”

His wolf’s desperate plea was palpable.

He looked up, searching for any sign of softness on my face, but found only coldness.

The glacial chill of my wolf’s aura radiated outwards.

My smile vanished; frost covered my face; my gaze was sharp. I said each word clearly, my voice icy.“Never.” My wolf found a dark

satisfaction in his defeat.

I turned, walking back to Smith’s territory; my back was resolute, without a hint of hesitation.

My wolf felt a surge of satisfaction as I left him behind.

With a heavy slam, the door shut in Jared’s face, cutting him off–and sealing the last chance between us.

The sound echoed in the silence, amplifying the finality of my rejection.

My wolf celebrated his defeat.

He felt like claws were tearing at his heart, restless and anxious. He’d admitted he’d been impulsive, but now I was acting all high and mighty? With the competition looming closer, if I didn’t return soon, his pack was doomed to a crushing defeat. His wolf whimpered, the weight of impending failure pressing down.

Just then, Emily approached with a thermos of warming herbs.

Seeing him at Smith’s door, a venomous glint flashed in her eyes; she glared at him.

Her wolf’s possessive scent was sharp and almost suffocating.

He was humbling himself to ‘me“?

The scent of her outrage and jealousy was sickening.

Why? She should be the heiress of the Miller family!

His wolf cringed at the injustice of the situation.

She clenched the thermos handle, her knuckles white; veins bulged on her hand. Her wolf was barely contained.

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Noticing her, Jared looked up, his gaze intense.

His wolf felt the weight of their complicated relationship.

She quickly concealed her expression, appearing gentle and obedient. “Jared, do you miss Isabella? It’s okay; you’re her biological brother…”

Her wolf tried to mask the poison within her words.

Her voice held a hint of grievance; it seemed that him looking for me had wronged her.

Usually, he’d apologize to her immediately.

But this time, he asked,

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“Why did you transfer the silver from the pack’s account?” His wolf, finally seeing beyond his devotion to his sister, sought the truth. He thought if he helped me get justice, I’d return. He always knew what mattered to me but found it a hassle–after all, I usually just soothed myself.

“Ah?” Emily was stunned, not catching on. Jared was talking about the ‘small amount‘ she’d transferred from the pack’s account. To her, that silver was nothing, long forgotten.

Her wolf felt a pang of fear.

Jared’s brow furrowed deeply, like two mountains pressing together. “There’s only a few hundred silver coins left in the pack account. The rest went straight to your account.” His wolf felt the crushing weight of his sister’s betrayal.