Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

I took the familiar drawings, a swirl of emotions rising. My wolf stirred, a sense of vindication mingling with anxiety. In the past, I’d never controlled my designs–they were always stolen by Emily. I’d never held them, truly owned them.

Grayson gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. These designs are ready for production. Isabella, tell me–will you sell them?”

I looked up, surprise shining in my eyes.

“May I?”

My wolf whined softly, a hopeful question echoing in my heart.

Then I remembered how, in my past life, the Miller family mass–produced my designs under Emily’s name, erasing my connection to them. My wolf growled, a fierce protective instinct surfacing.

My gaze hardened; confidence blooming. I smiled brightly and said clearly, “Yes!”

My eyes curved into crescent moons, sparkling with mischief as I teased, “Grayson, you better pay me well for these designs.”

His eyes were filled with indulgence; he pinched my nose gently, his voice low and tender.“Of course.”

We sat at the desk; he pulled out a blood bond agreement, assuming I’d agree; he’d prepared the contract beforehand. I picked up the quill to sign, but my gaze fell on the amount of moonstones.

Seeing the zeros, I paused. My wolf sensed a hesitancy.

“Grayson, this is too much…” I looked at him, hesitant. I was confident in my designs, but I was still a novice with no renown to boost the brand. From a business standpoint, Grayson was taking a considerable risk.

He met my gaze, warm and resolute.

“Don’t worry; I’m not just buying these sketches; I want to make you Smith Pack’s chief designer. What, you don’t believe in yourself?”

“I do!” I answered without hesitation, my voice clear and strong. My wolf barked a silent affirmation.

I knew Grayson was investing in my future. But from his perspective, the risk was huge. It made me realize I’d have to rely on my own strength and abilities to succeed. I didn’t want to be like Emily, dependent on others for survival.

He gently pushed the moonstone pouch towards me; his long, strong fingers making the pouch look delicate.

“Smith Pack’s chief designer was poached by Andrew, and she took our upcoming designs with her,” he said calmly, as if it didn’t concern him; but I knew this involved his long–standing conflict with the Miller brothers.

My wolf sensed the underlying tension.

“Finding a replacement is easy, but I want a designer who will never betray me.” He looked at me intently, his deep eyes holding only me.“Isabella, consider this my timely assistance. I know you can surpass her.”

His voice held gentleness, like a spring breeze. My heart stirred. I looked at him; his gaze was firm and gentle, accepting me completely. My wolf felt a warmth spread through its being.

Warmth filled my heart.“Grayson, I’ll show you I’m worth it.”

‘My Isabella is priceless.”