Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

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A private message arrived on the Shadow Web; I quickly checked it, avoiding eye contact with Grayson, though I caught his silhouette from the corner of my eye and felt my ears flush.

My wolf grumbled at the interruption of the hunt, but I calmed down, focusing on the video and photos.

The encrypted data showed a heavily cloaked wolf on surveillance–hat low, face shadowed. The computer displayed a digitally enhanced image of his face.

Grayson and I frowned; neither of us recognized him. My wolf sniffed at the image, finding nothing familiar.

I dug deeper with the enhanced image. Tracking him was easy; I quickly obtained his name and recent activities. His name was John, a fifty–five–year–old unemployed wolf often seen in the city’s older, less–visited parts of the territory.

After each moonstone withdrawal, he visited a private clinic.

Another video showed him entering a clinic called “Healthy,” looking around cautiously before entering.

“He’s cautious,” I sneered. My wolf echoed my sentiment with a low growl.

He stayed for a while, then left. I stood up, ready to head out to investigate further. Grayson quickly grabbed my wrist. His touch sent a

jolt through me.

“That’s a complex and dangerous area; I’ll send someone,” his voice was gentle yet commanding.

My wolf whimpered, sensing the danger.

I pursed my lips. I’d already used his account and didn’t want to rely on him constantly.

I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm.

“That area isn’t safe for a young she–wolf.” His tone remained firm; his fingers tightened slightly. He looked at my stubborn face. “Your most important task is to understand Smith Pack’s design style and prepare to be chief designer.” He said, his eyes soft but

commanding.

He took out his communicator, quickly sending the Healthy clinic’s location.

“I already understand Smith Pack’s style,” I raised my chin, blinking, a mischievous smile on my lips. “As a competitor, you need to know

your enemy.”

My wolf chuckled, a low rumble in my chest. Smith Pack had always suppressed Miller Pack; only in clothing design, even with Emily’s modifications, were they comparable. I vaguely remembered Smith Pack’s design department having no issues, yet their chief designer was poached by Miller Pack.

Grayson chuckled low in the study, a hint of fondness in his voice.“My sister is indeed diligent.”

Sunlight streamed through the window, warming my pale cheeks as I avoided his gaze.

“Since you understand, start now?” his voice held a playful tone; his fingers tapped the desk. I looked at him; I understood; he wanted me to accept the design moonstones. My wolf wagged its tail excitedly.

I pursed my lips.“Thank you, Grayson.”

He stood beside me, casting a shadow in the sunlight. He ruffled my hair gently, his touch full of affection. My wolf nuzzled against my side, content.

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