Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 256

Chapter256.

“Isabella, I really have no malicious intent today. Caleb is injured, I…” He said, holding up the insulated food container, wanting to offer me the food he’d prepared. His wolf’s scent was a mixture of anxiety and hope.

However, I misunderstood, my eyes colder, filled with suspicion and sarcasm.

My wolf bristled, its senses sharp and wary.

“What happened to Caleb? Do you think he got hurt because of me, and now you’re blaming me?” My voice was edged with icy hostility.

Seeing my defensive and prickly demeanor, Jared’s heart ached, regret washing over him. His wolf whimpered, sensing my pain and anger. How much had they hurt me that I would be so defensive and hostile towards him?

“No,” Jared felt his throat tightening, making it hard to speak. His wolf whimpered, mirroring his distress.

“Isabella, that’s not what I meant! How could I think you hurt Caleb! I just wanted to say Caleb is injured, I need to take care of him, and I only had time to bring you some food.” He spoke quickly, afraid that speaking slowly would lead to another misunderstanding.

His wolf was desperate to be understood.

Then, he lifted the food container to show me.

“I just… I was worried about you. I know you forget about midday meals when you work, so I brought you lunch.” His eyes carried a hint of hope, a plea for understanding. His wolf’s scent was pleading, desperate for forgiveness.

Looking at the food container, my sarcasm deepened.

My wolf remained suspicious, its guard high.

“Lunch?” I sneered coldly, reaching out to pick up the handle of the container. My movement was deliberate, a show of power.

“So, you’re not blind. You know I forget to eat when I’m busy.”

My words

were laced with bitter resentment, the echoes of past neglect ringing in my ears.

My words left Jared speechless, his face ashen.

His wolf cowered, its scent heavy with shame.

In the past, they ignored my efforts, even took it for granted, thinking I was an adult who wouldn’t know to eat when hungry. Pretending to be too busy to eat was just a way to compete with Emily for attention!

The realization was painful, a sharp stab of self–awareness.

Thinking back, it was utterly ridiculous! My wolf felt a surge of self–pity, quickly replaced by anger.

“Isabella, I’m sorry, I know we were wrong, I… I’m sorry.” Jared’s tone was full of regret.

His wolf’s scent mirrored his sincere remorse.

He was truly remorseful.

“Sorry?” My wolf snarled silently, the pain of the past a raw, open wound. Remembering the tragic events of my past life, my eyes turned red. “Jared, do you think belated affection is valuable? In my eyes, it’s worthless!” My voice was a cold, sharp weapon.

I clenched the handle of the food container and threw it forcefully to the ground! The thermos shattered at Jared’s feet, and the food spilled all over his shoes.

My wolf’s anger was a tangible force, a destructive wave.

Although the food wasn’t as hot as when it was freshly cooked, it still burned his feet!

His wolf whimpered, the scent of pain and humiliation heavy in the air.

“I’m sorry, Isabella, I’m truly sorry.” Jared sincerely apologized, but then I remembered when Emily was sick. He thought I was responsible, even mistreated me, making me stay up all night boiling grain porridge.

The memory was a painful reminder of their past callousness.

It took four hours to cook, and it was midnight when I finally finished. I carried the hot porridge over, but he spilled it on me, burning my body and legs. It must have been so painful then.

My wolf’s memory was sharp, the pain still vivid.

Jared’s eyes reddened, enduring the burning sensation on his feet, wanting to feel, even just a little, my pain! His wolf’s pain was a desperate attempt to connect with mine.

Seeing him like this, my eyes showed no sympathy, only endless coldness and disgust.

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My wolf’s icy armor remained impenetrable.

“A simple ‘sorry‘ can erase everything from the past? Jared, you’re overestimating yourself!”

My voice was a final judgment.

Jared lowered his head, wanting me to vent, to hit him or scold him, as long as he could talk to me and I wouldn’t ignore him. His wolf’s scent was a desperate plea for connection, for forgiveness.