Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 289

Emily’s retest triggered an involuntary step back from Mason.

His wolf’s ingrained fear of Greyson’s dominance momentarily overwhelmed his reason.

He was stunned, noticing the confusion in Emily’s eyes, her wolf was clearly wounded.

Mason was speechless, the sheer audacity of Grayson’s implicit threat in front of the entire pack shocked him.

My wolf found a grim amusement in his reaction.

“Grayson!” Mason snapped, his wolf struggling to regain control, to suppress the ingrained fear. “How old are you? Why are you still clinging to such primitive displays of power?

The Howlnet is watching!

I advise you to control yourself, or the Clan’s reputation will suffer!”

His wolf’s words were sharp, almost desperate.

My wolf felt a thrum of challenge in the air.

Grayson raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He completely ignored Mason’s warning, turning his attention to me with a casual grace. He adjusted the cloak around my shoulders. My wolf felt a warm comfort in his presence.

“I’ll have someone find gloves to match your outfit later,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

His wolf was possessive but protective, sending waves of subtle reassurance towards mine.

I gently shook my head. I’m fine, Brother. I’m not cold.”

My wolf felt a familiar fondness; the use of the word “brother‘ was comfortable and familiar.

“It’s not that I’m worried about you being cold,” Grayson said, his gaze briefly flicking toward Emily; the disdain was almost palpable. “Tonight’s crowd is… mixed. I’m worried about some… undesirable elements trying to approach you.”

His wolf’s contempt was evident, his dismissiveness toward Emily was open and direct.

The pack was watching, absorbing the subtext.

He didn’t even look directly at Emily, but his meaning was crystal clear: in Grayson’s eyes, Emily was nothing more than refuse. My wolf thrilled at the subtle dominance displayed.

The air crackled with unshed rage.

Emily’s wolf was enraged; her carefully controlled demeanor faltered.

She leaned on Mason for support, seeking comfort.

But Mason seemed lost in thought, his wolf seething, a flicker of anger burning in his

He hated the casual familiarity between Grayson and me, my wolf sensed his jealousy. The fact that I, a she–wolf, referred to Grayson as “Brother,” fueled his rage.

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Isabella was truly something*

Mason’s wolf fumed. He watched his mate, completely oblivious to her silent anger,

“Brother Emily whispered, her voice trembling, daring not to voice her anger. She tentatively squeezed Mason’s arm.

Her wolf was seeking comfort and support, her fear echoing in Mason’s wolf as well.

Manu

Mason snapped back to reality, his face hardening; his wolf snapping out of its reverie. He quickly followed Grayson, his wolf still

simmering

At the entrance to the Great Hall, a ceremonial guard, clad in a formal tunic and pristine white gloves, stopped them.

“Please present your invitations, the guard stated politely, his demeanor implacable.

The pack protocol was clear, even if Mason resented it.

Mason’s wolf exploded, his anger flaring.

“Why didn’t you ask them for their invitations?” Mason glared at Grayson and me, his voice sharp with barely controlled fury.

His wolf was accusing resentful. I can understand letting Grayson pass, but Isabella is with him. When did she gain the privilege of attending such events simply on the strength of her presence?”

His wolf’s protest was a challenge to the pack hierarchy.

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