Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

The carriage door opened, and I sepped out, my fur gleaming under the moonlight. I wore a long, white winter crat, my far polled track in a high ponytail, accentuating my youthful vitality.

A crimson scarf, woven with silver threads, enhanced the contrast of my pale face.

My wolf felt a surge of confidence.

I was a different creature from the one who had lingered in the gloom of the Miller longhouse.

He’d forgotten how long it had been since he’d seen me so radiant.

Ever since Emily had entered the Miller pack, they’d treated my desire for adornment as childish vanity, something that made Emily feel inferior, forbidding me from expressing my individuality. My wolf remembered the injustice of it.

Caleb’s guilt intensified.

I was thriving at the Smith Pack, while I had suffered under their neglect.

I raised my head, my gaze meeting Caleb and Jared’s. My eyes were frigid, reflecting my wolf’s anger. “Gentlemen, you are obstructing my path.” My voice was calm but carried an undercurrent of steel.

My wolf’s presence was undeniable.

Caleb tried to approach, but under my unwavering stare, his paws felt heavy, his body rooted to the spot.

“Isabella… Caleb’s voice was hoarse, strained.

His wolf’s energy was hesitant.

I regarded Caleb impassively, remaining silent.

“Isabella, I know I was wrong,” Caleb managed, his voice thick with remorse.“I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I am truly sorry…” His wolf’s energy shifted pleading, regretful.

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Finally, I spoke, my voice icy, sharp as winter wind.

My wolf’s emotions were clear: cold, calculating.

“Mr. Miller, how sincere can your apology truly be?”

Caleb’s head snapped up, the distrust and sarcasm in my tone stinging him. But he knew it was his actions that caused this pain. “Name it, and I will do it,” Caleb’s voice was ragged. His eyes held a desperate plea.

His wolf’s desire for atonement was fierce.

He only offered an apology, not forgiveness.

They’d inflicted so much pain.

Forgiveness wouldn’t come easily.

My wolf didn’t offer it.

He understood that.

I looked at Caleb, a cold smile playing on my lips, my eyes sharp.

I spoke, each word deliberate and precise, echoing the cold certainty in my wolf’s heart.

“A public apology–are you willing to make one?”

Caleb’s body visibly trembled. Shock and hesitation filled his eyes. He knew the gravity of a public apology within the pack.

His wolf struggled with the weight of his request.

It meant admitting to everyone the injustice he’d inflicted on me; acknowledging his favoritism towards Emily; and publicly exposing Emily’s theft of designs.

“Isabella, your request is somewhat…”

Jared attempted to argue, to dismiss my demand as excessive, but Caleb raised a hand to silence him.

His wolf understood the necessity of this request.

Caleb looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of struggle and apprehension. His wolf grappled with the decision.

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