Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

jerry, the second–in–command, his fur slick with sweat, reported to Grayson.

Alpha Smith, the Howlnet team has done all they can, but the results are… underwhelming. His wolf whimpered internally, sensing the Alpha’s displeasure.

He glanced nervously at Grayson, whose expression was unreadable, cold as the winter moon. Panic clawed at Jerry’s throat.

“The howls are vicious; many packs want to break their blood bonds…” He hesitated, then offered a desperate suggestion. “If we banish Luna Miller. it might calm things down…”

“Clack!”

Grayson slammed his paw on the table, silencing Jerry. Slowly, his icy gaze fixed on Jerry, a stare sharp enough to freeze a river.

Jerry felt a chill run down his spine, a primal fear gripping him; his wolf shrank, instinctively cowering before the Alpha’s dominance.

“Problems don’t vanish by sacrificing a she–wolf. That’s not how we heal a pack,” Grayson’s voice was low, each word an icy shard piercing Jerry’s heart.

His wolf snarled inwardly, understanding the injustice.

“That’s not what I meant…” Jerry trembled, his voice barely a whisper.

His wolf whimpered, desperately seeking appeasement.

“Clean up your mess; you’re banished,” Grayson said coldly, his gaze unwavering.

His wolf, however, sensed a deeper current – the disappointment of a leader burdened by responsibility.

“Alpha Smith! It’s for the pack’s good…” Jerry tried to plead; his own survival depended on his position.

“Leave, Grayson’s tone brooked no argument.

The command resonated with an Alpha’s authority, silencing Jerry’s desperate pleas.

Jerry slunk away, his wolf humiliated and defeated.

Grayson continued working, his fingers moving swiftly over the ancient scrolls. Moments later, he signed the last document, secured his quill, and rose, his imposing presence filling the room as he headed towards the design den.

The air crackled with tension; every she–wolf and he–wolf’s head was bowed.

They worked furiously, but the anxiety was palpable; the scent of fear hung heavy in the air.

One she–wolf spotted Grayson entering and nudged her packmate.

Everyone paused, their eyes darting upwards, wondering if the new chief designer would be the next to be cast out. Grayson walked towards my office, each step echoing the anxiety.

At my door, he paused, a tap

soft

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no answer – then he pushed it open, the creak loud in the tense silence. I was at my workstation, my brow furrowed, furiously scribbling designs, oblivious to his presence.

“Isabella,” he called softly, his voice low and gentle. The sound held a familiarity that eased my wolf’s anxieties.

I turned, startled.

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“Grayson, why are you here?” I stood up, my surprise evident.

“Just checking on you,” he approached, his gaze softening.“Don’t worry about the Howlnet howls.”

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I smiled confidently, my eyes resolute. My wolf felt a surge of pride.“Grayson, I’ve already traced those malicious scents trying to smear me and the Smith Pack!”

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