Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232.

My daw a cerended slightly, a barels perceptible shift in my posture at 1 faced the reporter

Mh well felt the simmering anger, a low gims1 rumbling in my chee.

He ewed me. I’m grateful to him, the Silvermoon Pack is grateful to him

So, they brought his sister into the Silvermoon Pack to live as a respected member isn’t that enough? Or do you think the one who stern rescued is somehow inferior, deserving of being bullied?”

The round, sensing the injustice, murmured their agreement. My scent, sharp and commanding, filled the air

“Besides,” I smirked, my teeth flashing just slightly, “I lost my memory at the time, forgot some things. It was Emily who said her brother confessed to me, that he saved me. I used to thank him, but now I think–what kind of she–wolf confesses in a dilapidated den

My wolf’s amusement prickled at the absurdity. Everyone looked at the reporter doubtfully.

Sweat beaded on his brow. He wasn’t involved; why was everyone fixated on him?

Faced with my questioning, his eyes darted around; he couldn’t meet my gaze, stammering. “I… I… this has nothing to do with me!” My wolf sensed his fear, a delicious scent of panic mingling with his own.

I looked at him coldly, a mocking smile playing on my lips.

You claim to be righteous, to speak up for him and Emily. I thought you’d investigated thoroughly. So you didn’t? Do you even have a sense of objectivity as a journalist? Do you write based on your subjective guesses? I doubt your professionalism–what pack’s Howlnet are you with? My gaze intensified, my inner wolf taking over the conversation.

The reporter was humiliated, the stares burning into him like a wildfire. Just then, his comm–talon chirped – a lifeline. Regardless of who was calling, he glanced at it, covered it, and rushed towards the edge of the crowd-

“Hello? Alpha? Yes, yes, I’ll be right back!” He pushed through the crowd in a panic, nearly dropping his microphone, fleeing in haste. The other reporters chuckled at his retreating form.

My wolf felt a surge of satisfaction.

I watched him run, my gaze even colder. Then, I addressed the remaining reporters, my voice clear and loud:“Everyone, since we’re talking openly, I’m taking this opportunity to ask for help through the Howlnet–”

“Three years ago, there was a fire at North Pack that changed my life. I’m offering a substantial reward for information about witnesses or those with knowledge of the fire. I hope you can provide some clues!” My voice resonated with power, my sincerity unmistakable. As soon as I finished, the reporters raised their microphones.“Miss Miller, are you suspecting there’s more to that fire?” “Miss Miller, can you tell us more about your relationship with Alpha Carter?““Miss Miller, how much is this reward exactly?” “One hundred million silver coins.” The deep, magnetic voice, carrying an air of nobility and dominance, cut through the noise. His scent, strong and musky, overwhelmed me.

My wolf whined with recognition.

Everyone looked towards the sound-

A tall, slender he–wolf parted the crowd and walked slowly towards me. His thin lips were pressed tight, jawline taut, his aura intimidating. Grayson approached, his eyes filled with tenderness, his hand gently tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

down my spine, a wave of heat spreading through me.

– something uniquely his. My wolf sighed contentedly.