Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Isabella!” Caleb howled in terror, his voice echoing through the Silvermoon Pack territory.

My wolf, usually calm, felt a surge of protective fury.

Grayson’s eyes darkened; his powerful wrist snapped forward.

A sickening crack echoed – Alexander’s wrist was dislocated; he yelped in pain, releasing my hair. My own wolf remained focused, a predator assessing the hunt.

I didn’t flinch, continuing the call, my voice steady.

“Yes, just check the bloodline records; you’ll find it. The King Pack’s location is…”

Emily bit her lip, her intent to silence me clear. But Grayson’s dark expression, the raw power emanating from his wolf, held her back. She took a step away, her own wolf whimpering.

Caleb tried to pull Alexander away, his loyalty to me evident.

But Alexander elbowed him hard in the chest, the impact sending a shock through his body.

“Caleb! You still favor Isabella! She’s accusing Emily! She left the Miller family, claiming she doesn’t need our affection; it’s all a deception! I won’t let her harm Emily!” He roared, ignoring Caleb’s pained groan.

Caleb stumbled back, his chest aching, his breath shallow. His vision swam; darkness threatened to consume him as he collapsed. “Caleb!” Alexander yelled instinctively, his wolf sensing his brother’s distress. He tried to help, but Grayson’s grip was iron, his wolf snarling a warning. Alexander’s face contorted in agony.

I watched coldly, my own wolf a coiled spring of controlled rage, continuing the call.

“Emily also attempted to manipulate the lineage records…”

“Wait!” Emily panicked, her wolf frantic. She lunged for my comm–stone, but Grayson’s grim face, the potent threat emanating from his wolf, stopped her dead in her tracks.

Caleb lay on the ground, the weight of his injured body pressing down on his chest.

He tried to speak, but his throat felt constricted–no sound escaped. His wolf howled silently within him, a desperate plea for help.

“Let go of me!” Alexander yelled, struggling against Grayson’s hold. Grayson’s wolf sensed my growing frustration, and he released Alexander, his gaze unwavering.

“Finished?” Grayson asked, a faint smile playing on his lips, his wolf exuding a smug confidence.

I nodded, my eyes briefly flickering over Caleb, Emily, and Alexander; my expression remained impassive, my wolf watching them all with cold appraisal.

Caleb saw my cold gaze; it mirrored the look he’d seen in his dream visions, the one that haunted him.

But it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t choosing Emily or Alexander over me; he just hadn’t wanted Alexander to hurt me.

His wolf felt the pang of betrayal from his actions.

“Isabella, don’t ignore me!” he tried to howl, his chest aching, but the words were lost, his wolf struggling to break through the pain. The pack medic arrived; Caleb lay on the stretcher, eyes closed, his breathing ragged, his wolf whimpering. Alexander sat beside him; Emily held his hand, her own wolf sensing her brother’s plight and sharing his fear.

Caleb’s brows furrowed; he was reliving the painful dream. He saw me imprisoned in the darkest cell within the Silvermoon dungeons,

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emaciated, eyes hollow.

‘Caleb why? Why didn’t you believe me?” I whispered weakly, my wolf sensing the agonizing despair.

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He tried to reach me, but an invisible barrier, the symbolic weight of his doubt, separated them. He watched my strength fail; my body collapsing onto the cold stone floor.

“No! Isabella!”

His wolf cried out, desperate to break free of the dream.

He opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his wolf howling with the trauma of the vision. His sister–his pack sister–had died in prison! He clutched his fur, anguish tearing at him, his wolf howling with the agonizing weight of his failure.