Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179

I held the flint and steel; the flame flickered wildly in the dim, abandoned den, casting sharp shadows acines my stone cold fat. Alexand knew I was serious. His wolf whimpered, a pathetic sound.

‘Isabella, don’t be impulsive!” he yelled, panic evident in his voice and scent. “I’m your brother! You can’t do this to me

“Brother?” I sneered.“Did you treat me like a sister? You handed me over to those betas for Emily; did you ever think about how I felt

My wolf’s pain echoed mine.

Pain flashed in my eyes; memories from my past life–Emily’s false sweetness, my brothers‘ favoritism, those endless, hellish days–sent chills down my spine. My heart felt like ice.

“Since you didn’t consider my feelings, then you can taste the fear I felt!” My voice was a low growl.

I raised the flint and steel, the flame inching closer, the stench of the oil growing stronger by the second.

“No! I haven’t even done anything yet!” He completely broke down; the numbness subsided; he struggled to his feet, stumbling toward the den. entrance. His wolf was a cowering pup.

I followed, slow and steady, flint and steel in hand, letting him feel the terror of my presence, ready to strike at any moment. My wolf stalked him, savoring his fear. No matter how fast he ran, I’d be right behind him.

“Isabella, you’re crazy! If you burn me, you’ll die too!” he screamed, his voice cracking.

I didn’t respond, just kept following. My little flame looked harmless, but Alexander felt the heat on his back, like I could unleash it at any second and turn him into ashes.

“Stop!”

Suddenly, the den entrance burst open. A squad of black–furred bodyguards, powerful wolves all, stormed in, led by Grayson.

His wolf’s scent was a storm of protective fury.

He moved swiftly, his presence imposing. His face was a mask of dark fury, his eyes burning with rage.

His wolf’s power was overwhelming.

He strode up, snatched the flint and steel from my hand, and pulled me into his arms.

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His scent calming, safe

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washed over me.

a tremor ran through his body; worry and tension were evident.“Isabella, it’s over. You’re safe now.”

“Isabella!” His voice was cold, b

Leaning against him, the familiar scent calmed my raging wolf; my stiff body relaxed. His chest was warm and solid; his embrace was tight, almost suffocating, yet strangely secure. A minute ago, I was hellbent on making Alexander pay. Now, I was curled up in Grayson’s arms, eyes red, like a frightened pup.

“I’m fine, Grayson,” my voice was soft, barely a whisper.

Grayson finally relaxed a little, but his arms stayed locked around me. He checked me over, his heart twisting at the sight of my pale face and oil–stained forehead. He turned to Alexander, who collapsed on the ground like a defeated pup, and his eyes blazed with dangerous intent. Grayson cupped my face, making sure I wasn’t injured, then asked, voice rough, “Isabella, tell me what you want to do to him. Don’t dirty your hands. His wolf promised retribution.