Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 231

Chapter231.

“Miss Miller, as the saviot of Alpha Carter, do you feel guilty about being so aggressive toward his sister, Mist Carter

My wolf bristled at the insinuation. Thes anticipation and morbid curiosity.

Intrusive questions were downright ride. The other reporters fell silent, watching with a mistura

I curled my lips into a cold, sharp smile, like a drawn sword, gleaming with menace. My wolf’s power radiated outward, silencing the whispering crowd. I extended a slender finger, pushing aside the reporter’s microphone and then tapped my comm–stone screen. Suddenly, a recording echoed dearly in the noisy air terminal.

You wanna challenge my sister? Fine.”

“First, post a public statement; say it clearly—if Emily loses, she can cry, act pitiful, whatever. The Miller family takes all the blame. Don’t come crying later, saying my sister bullied her pulling some moral high ground.“.

or

I turned off the recording.“We had an agreement

Can’t you handle losing?”

1, no more false accusations. Why are you still trying to falsely accuse me?

The reporter shrunk back awkwardly, but he was paid to do this job. He straightened his back, feigning righteousness,

saw

young

“I don’t know about your private conversations. I just “Speaking up for her? Huh!” I sneered. My wolf’s amusement

ied like this, and I’m speaking up for her!“:

cold and sharp, like ice fangs.

got complain about? Just because she says she’s depressed?” I ended my sentence with a rising intonation, carrying a hint of playful sarcasm and mockery.

“Depression? Nice words. What are you defending her from? What’s she’s

“Does Emily Carter have a diagnosis from the Pack Healer? Is the diagnosis report credible?” I spoke deliberately, as if questioning the integrity of the reporter’s conscience, or perhaps mocking Emily’s amateurish acting.

Develop depression after losing, use moral blackmail? If this works…” I paused, my gaze growing colder.

“Should pups who fail their trials be banished to atone? Should those who lose competitions be silenced to prove their point? Use ‘depression‘ to blackmail everyone whenever things don’t go their way?” My voice suddenly rose, sharp and commanding, “Is that fair to those who strive hard?”

My forceful questioning silenced the reporter who had just been self–righteous and aggressive toward me. He wanted to retort, but he’d got no grounds!

“Besides, true depression isn’t something she can just casually claim.” In my past life, I was engulfed by online abuse and suffered from depression myself–I even contemplated ending my life multiple times. But in front of others, I still appeared normal.

“She–wolves with genuine depression don’t go around flaunting it for sympathy or as an excuse to shirk responsibility!”

Suddenly, some onlookers burst into applause.

“Well said!”

“Exactly, these days, everyone’s depressed. Who dares to compete?”

“Girl, you nailed it!”

I raised my chin slightly, a hint of disdain in my eyes. Compared to what I endured in my previous life, these petty tricks were nothing. This time, I would never give anyone the chance to hurt me again!

The reporter, overwhelmed by the crowd’s gaze, looked awkward. He tried to save face, attempting to explain:

“That’s not what I meant… I just… I just felt it was unfair for someone who acted bravely!”

“Alpha Carter sacrificed himself to save you, but you’re making things difficult for his sister…”

I looked at him, my eyes cold.

My wolf was utterly unimpressed.

“I was saved by her brother, so I committed a crime? I have to atone to Emily Carter for the rest of my life? I can’t be better or happier than her–just because her brother saved me, I have to pay the price? What kind of twisted logic is that!”