Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 269

Chapter269.

Mason had been away for two moons, leaving a backlog of work,

But for me, it was nothing. In my past life, I’d handled Mason’s responsibilities, the credit stolen by Beta Emily.

She took the accolades, but the experience was mine.

With a little recall, I prioritized tasks, handling everything effortlessly.

To others, it seemed as though I merely glanced at documents, processing them like a well–oiled machine. Everyone admired the new Luna.

Their wolves, sensing my strength, responded with increased diligence.

Fire was buzzing with energy.

Finishing the last document, I closed my laptop. Seeing everyone still working diligently, I said, “Work doesn’t get done in a single day. Don’t think that today’s progress reflects on tomorrow. It’s time to clock out, everyone.” In my past life, I’d worked myself to exhaustion supporting my brothers, neglecting my own well–being.

I wouldn’t let my pack suffer the same.

They were touched by my consideration.

Approaching the entrance, a gust of cold wind hit me. I reached for my scarf, finding nothing.

In my past life, I’d often forgotten my scarf and meals, caught up in my family’s drama.

The habit persisted.

Then, I saw Alpha Grayson’s black Cullinan parked before Fire.

He leaned against it, his long black coat billowing in the wind, scrolling on his datapad. His wolf was an imposing presence, but his eyes softened when they met mine. He smirked, his expression playful yet tender.

My own wolf stirred in response to his potent alpha scent.

Alpha Sterling emerged, his wolf noticing Grayson.

He stroked his beard, a knowing smile on his face.

“That young Alpha is quite something; he and Isabella would make a perfect match!”

I glanced back.

“Hello, Alpha Sterling.”

“Hello, dear,” he replied cheerfully. “Isabella, did Alpha Smith come to pick you up? It’s good to be young; even clinging is sweet!” My face flushed.

“Alpha Sterling, you’re mistaken. Alpha Grayson is like a brother to me.”

He raised an eyebrow.“Is he a special brother?”

“No…” I stammered.

He winked at Grayson, then strolled away.

“Isabella, Alpha Smith is a good young Alpha. You should cherish him. Young wolves these days all like to call each other brother. I’m savvy to these things.”

I was stunned by his boldness!

Even in my past life, I hadn’t encountered such perceptive understanding.