Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 286

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Deep, myrtion, and when necessary, czuling a wedding pressure, like a black hole with no visible end. My wolf embraced this new,

My communicant. It was a message from Grayson

“Why did you cancel the styling team?

I smiled, tmény my reflection in the mirror. With a firm heart and clear goals, I radiated an overwhelming presence; my wolf felt powerful and confidera. I didn’t need external embellishments to define myself.

A file wood–up on my makeup would suffice. After all, the main purpose of attending the charity gala tonight wasn’t to compete in a beany pepper, bot to witness Emily’s downfall. My wolf was focused on its objective.

I replied to Greyson, he the chief designer of the Smith Clan, I can handle my own styling, I’ll be ready soon.”

Gregson Vanced at my reply and chuckled,

“Okay, I’ll wait for you downmains

Shortly after, 1 was all set, stepping out of the elevator like a black swan, exuding an air of superiority; my wolf’s presence commanded

tention Grayson’s schf–drawn carriage was parked nearest to the elevator. The moment he caught sight of me, his eyes lit up, be we a side of me he had never encountered before. His wolf was captivated by the power

my own.

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“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

I smiled and got into the carriage.

Aty hair fell naturally, without any deliberate styling. Yet, my satin–like black hair cascaded over my luminous shoulders like a waterfall. The line of my long neck was nothing short of perfect.

As my hair swayed, it carried the cool, woody scent I wore–independent and aloof, reminiscent of the northern cedar that Grayson

also were.

The scent carried the powerful, musky undertones of our fated–mate bond. My wolf was acutely aware of our shared scent.

Did I really use the same scent as him? My wolf smiled knowingly.

A subtle smile played on Grayson’s lips. He urged his wolf forward, and the carriage sped off.

They arrived at the Star Hotel in a flash. The two rows of reporters crowding the entrance made it clear how grand the event was. Many had already noticed Grayson’s carriage.

Chapter 287.