Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

In the live stream, I gripped my stylus, its tip dancing nimbly across my tablet, sketching vibrant, spirited lines. My wolf felt the creative energy flowing through me, a primal joy in creation.

As I designed. I kept the chat lively.

“Thinking of the Australian Pack, I think of kangaroos,” I said, my tone pleasant. “It’s passionate, the theme will be red.” My wolf felt the fiery energy of the Australian landscape. As I spoke, my stylus twirled, drawing a stylized kangaroo.

“And kangaroos like to eat grass and leaves, “I continued, drawing lush grass and swaying leaves, full of life. My wolf connected to the earthiness of the design.

“The Gold Coast is very famous there.” I smiled playfully, sketching the iconic coastline.

I sketched various designs, cleverly combining kangaroos, leaves, and the Gold Coast, creating fun, innovative patterns.

My wolf felt the thrill of creation, the joy of bringing life to the design.

Viewers were captivated by my smooth design process; comments poured in with praise and support.

“Isabella is amazing; the design inspiration is incredible!”

“Her drawings are beautiful; each pattern is full of life!”

“Her kangaroo is cuter than any I’ve seen!”

I continued designing, cleverly integrating Australian elements into unique and creative designs. My wolf felt the power of its creativity.

Meanwhile, Ruby’s live stream was silent. She sat before her computer, her face dark, her fingers clutching her stylus, yet unable to create. She was used to commanding others; she hadn’t designed herself in a long time, let alone in a themed competition. Her wolf felt helpless, outmaneuvered.

She could hear me, my voice clear across the Howlnet.“The theme is red; the Gold Coast is a feature, and there are kangaroos…”

She unconsciously echoed my design ideas, visualizing kangaroos, grass, and the Gold Coast, incorporating them into her design. Her wolf, unable to resist my creativity, began to mimic my design.

Suddenly, my interaction with the viewers ceased.

Ruby’s stylus froze; feeling uneasy, she glanced at my live stream on her phone.

I looked up, my eyes, sharp and intense, piercing through the screen, directly at Ruby. My wolf’s power filled the room.

Startled, she recoiled like a wolf whose territory had been invaded, her chair screeching as she nearly toppled over.

“Oh, didn’t you check what you’re stealing?” My voice, playful yet sarcastic, reached her ears.

My wolf reveled in her discomfort.

She avoided my gaze, nervously picking up her designs. Her wolf felt exposed, ashamed.