Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

The PR pack of the Smith Group jumped into action swiftly. Before long, a statement, signed by Andrew, appeared on the Howlnet, accusing me of plagiarism and claiming Emily was the true owner of the design.

My wolf felt a cold dread wash over me.

That statement hit like a moon–cursed howl, stirring up a massive uproar across the packlands. Public opinion shifted violently–my supporters were drowned out by doubt and insults.

Tons of pack–members believed Caleb’s story, labeling me a false plagiarist.

My wolf felt the sting of betrayal.

They swarmed my comm–stone, dropping venomous messages, tearing me apart. Hashtags like #Bella Plagiarist and #BellaGetOutOfDesign trended wildly. My wolf snarled at the injustice.

Meanwhile, Grayson was in a multinational pack council meeting when his assistant whispered to him. He paused the meeting, making a call. “Immediately remove Andrew’s statement about Isabella from all platforms. Use all resources; I don’t want to see a single word about this mess.” His voice was icy.

His wolf’s power was undeniable.

The pack–member on the other end immediately responded.“Yes, Mr. Smith, I’ll do it now.”

Soon, Grayson’s resources swung into action; Andrew’s statement vanished from the web almost as quickly as it appeared. The storm of public opinion came and went in a flash.

I, protected by Grayson, was unaware of the online turmoil. I was decorating Smith’s longhouse for the new moon celebration with the butler. My wolf felt a sense of peaceful distraction.

Lucy, sensing the negative messages, worried I couldn’t handle the pressure. The messages were vile. Knowing I was at Smith’s, next door to the Miller family, she rushed over.

But when the butler led her inside, she froze. There I was, laughing and bustling with the butler, decorating the longhouse in festive red. Red lanterns hung high; auspicious window decorations were displayed; red cushions adorned the couches. The warm reds clashed with the usual cool vibe but brought a cozy, unexpected warmth.

My wolf felt a sense of contentment.

Grayson sat in the dining area, fingers flying over his comm–stone keyboard, clearly handling pack business. His scent was strong and reassuring.

Lucy stood at the doorway, stunned. She’d expected me to be depressed, but I was decorating!

Grayson noticed her and looked at her intently. His

eyes

held a familiar warmth.

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat; she paused.

Her wolf felt a nervous flutter in her chest.

“Isabella, your pack–sister is here,” Grayson said, his voice low and magnetic, his voice cutting through the conversation.

His wolf’s dominance was subtle yet powerful.