Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Less than ten minutes later, a private message popped up with an encrypted attachment.

My wolf yipped excitedly, sensing the nearing truth. I opened it; Emily’s moonstone transactions for the past three years were displayed. I examined each transaction meticulously.

“Hmm?” I frowned. My wolf grumbled, picking up on the pattern.

For three years, Emily had transferred moonstones to the same account every month.

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It started at fifty thousand, then increased to one hundred thousand, then two hundred thousand, and now five hundred thousand.

No wonder she’d stolen from the Pack.

I quickly noted the account number; I could easily trace the ownership myself using my access to the Pack’s records. The account belonged to Tim, a forty–five–year–old pack courier.

“Tim…” I whispered, frowning. My wolf sniffed the air, picking up nothing familiar about this name. I found his picture, studying the face of an ordinary middle–aged wolf.

I closed my eyes, trying to recall the events three years ago, searching for this wolf in my memory. But nothing came to mind.

“It might be a shell account; Tim isn’t necessarily the ultimate recipient,” Grayson’s low voice whispered in my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin.

His scent – a mix of woodsmoke and earth–sent a shiver down my spine. My wolf growled, its fur bristling at the sudden proximity.

I gasped, instinctively recoiling. I turned, my eyes wide, looking at him.

His eyes held a mixture of concern and something else I couldn’t quite decipher.

He remained calm, eyes locked on the screen. His long arm wrapped around me, his fingers deftly controlling the mouse.

My wolf, despite its initial resistance, found a strange comfort in his touch.

“Place an order on the Shadow Web; get them to check the security footage of the account withdrawals; we can identify the person,” he said, his voice deep and magnetic, with a trace of tenderness.

“Okay.” I stammered, my mind momentarily blank from the unexpected intimacy. His suggestion was reasonable, but our closeness distracted me. His faint cologne filled my senses; my head felt hot. My wolf whined softly, caught between apprehension and a strange

attraction,

“We’ll have results soon,” he said, turning to me. He noticed my flushed cheeks and flickering eyes; he gently touched my hot face.

“What’s wrong?”

I instinctively dodged. It wasn’t that I disliked his touch; his sudden intimacy simply made me flustered. My wolf felt conflicted, the instincts of pack and self at odds.

“I’m not a pup anymore,” I mumbled, my face burning.

Even my brothers hadn’t been this intimate with me in ages.

Grayson lowered his head, regret in his deep eyes.“My sister’s grown. I missed your younger years; I can’t touch you like that anymore.”

Seeing his disappointment, a warmth filled my heart. I remembered his care; I felt guilty. What bad intentions could he possibly have?

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He just wanted a sister.

My wolf agreed, a gentle nuzzle against my ribs.

I almost said it was okay, that he could touch me, but I felt shy; my face burned. I bit my lip, unsure how to express this newfound understanding.