Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

I’ve got stuff to handle, so I’m out,” Jared said, then spun around and slammed the door shur. His wolf was preoccupied with the packs challenges, he had no energy for Emily. The pack’s stability hung in the balance, filling him with anxiety.

His scent was sharp with worry,

The den door slammed shut.

The sound echoed the turmoil in Emily’s wolf.

Emily stood there, her face as dark as a moonless night, eyes locked on the closed door, burning with anger and frustration. Her wolf snarled, a low growl rumbling in her chest.

A passing servant caught the scene and gasped in shock.

“Ah!”

Noticing her, Emily quickly concealed her anger, resuming her sweet and obedient demeanor. The servant rubbed their eyes, thinking they’d imagined it.

Emily smiled and walked away. Jared had taken the pouch; but now she had to figure out how to cover the three million shortfall! Gritting h teeth, she sold a set of her jewelry and finally scraped together two hundred forty thousand. She transferred all the cash to that pouch, makin up the full three million.

Jared was becoming useless! If Alexander were here, he wouldn’t have let Jared take the pouch!

Her wolf felt a surge of betrayal and resentment.

The more Emily thought about it, the angrier she got. Her reputation was in ruins, and it was all her fault! Her resentment slithered like a venomous snake.

Her wolf bared its fangs in a silent rage. Her eyes landed on an obsidian knife on the table, a cold glint flashing through them. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and slashed her wrist. Blood gushed out, staining her fur a crimson red. She didn’t bandage it, letting the blood dr onto the pristine furs and soft earth–a shocking sight. She deliberately spread the blood to make it look like she’d lost a lot. Afterward, she collapsed weakly onto the bed.

Andrew hadn’t received the organized scrolls from Emily. If it were me, I would’ve delivered them already. He decided to check on her hir At Emily’s den entrance, Andrew knocked; but there was no answer. He pushed it open and froze. The den was in disarray; Emily lay in a of blood, pale, her wrist bleeding; she was unconscious.

Andrew scooped her up, rushing out, yelling, “Butler! Get the wolf–cart! Quickly!”

Jared rushed out, seeing Emily, pale and bleeding, and was shocked. He drove the wolf–cart to the front of the den; Andrew carefully pl Emily in the back.

They rushed her to the healer. After treatment, she was out of danger.

The healer, weary, said, “She lost a lot of blood; we’ve given her a blood transfusion; the wound is bandaged; she’s out of danger, but…” Andrew and Jared breathed a sigh of relief, but the healer’s next words hit like a hammer.

“She has severe moon–curse depression; this self–harm likely stemmed from overwhelming stress and emotional breakdown.” The words crushed Andrew’s heart. He never imagined Emily had depression. He recalled her usually obedient, sensible demeanor and stabbing pain. His guilt deepened–this was all my fault! I bullied her at home, made her feel worthless. Now, spreading rumors on the Howlnet pushed her to the edge. I went too far!

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