Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 24

“It’s not for my mate; it’s for my sister,” Grayson said, his steps easy, his tone relaxed, exuding an air of effortless sophistication.

His scent was strong, showing undeniably he’s Alpha.

The she–wolves around him were captivated, their eyes alight with adoration.

“Being his sister must be incredibly fortunate!”

“Yeah, I used to envy Emily with her five handsome brothers, but now it seems like none of them can compare to him!”

“Who is his sister?”

Emily, peering through the cave entrance, gazed at Grayson’s striking profile, her claws digging into her palm.

My five brothers truly couldn’t compare to him.

The intensity of his Alpha scent was a tangible thing, even from this distance.

My wolf whined.

The moment I spotted Grayson, my instincts screamed for me to disappear.

In my past life, I remained in the shadows; his high–profile entrance was jarring, throwing me off balance.

I turned to flee.

“Isabella, where are you going?”

His voice, deep and resonant, stopped me dead in my tracks.

The crowd around us fell silent; all eyes turned to us.

The intensity of his gaze was palpable, a physical force.

My wolf trembled.

I stood there, feeling Grayson’s gaze on my back, the warmth of his Alpha presence enveloping me.

Pretending I didn’t see him was impossible; I turned and slowly walked towards him, my own wolf’s apprehension mixing with a strange sense of anticipation.

“Brother,” I called softly, my voice slightly unsteady.

My wolf whimpered, a sound of both fear and longing.

Grayson raised an eyebrow, his long fingers finding my head, gently stroking my hair.

The scent of pine and sun–warmed fur enveloped me.

His touch sent shivers down my spine.

I shivered slightly, the gentle touch sending a jolt through me.

It had been ages since someone had touched me with such tenderness.

My wolf sighed in contentment.

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“So Isabella is Grayson’s sister!”

“Wait!” A she–wolf exclaimed.

“Isn’t Isabella a member of the Miller pack? Why is she calling him brother?”

The scent of her suspicion hung in the air.

Grayson’s long fingers wrapped around my wrist, leading me into an empty cavern where we found a quiet nook to sit

He slowly opened his hunting pouch, revealing a feast inside.

“I brought you roasted pheasant, wild boar strips, grilled river fish, and spicy rabbit.”

I was stunned, looking up at him.

Sunlight illuminated his perfect profile.

“How did you know I like spicy food?”

My brothers never remembered my preferences.

They always hunted sweet berries and honey for Emily.

I disliked sweet foods, but no one ever seemed to care.

“I saw you eating breakfast this morning. There were several dishes on the table, and you devoured the spicy fish the most,” Grayson said, his dark eyes twinkling with playful amusement, a smirk playing on his lips.

He lounged back, radiating an air of relaxed confidence.

“So I assumed you preferred spicy foods.”

My nose tingled with warmth, a wave of unfamiliar emotion washing over me.

The sharp scent of Grayson’s musky cologne mingled with the subtle sweetness of the roasted pheasant, highlighting the stark contrast between his actions and my past experiences.

My wolf whimpered, overwhelmed.

I choked back a sob.

“What if you were wrong?