Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 297

Chapter297.

Everyone in the Silvermoon Pack Council chamber was fixated on Mason. He seemed to relish the attention, like a seasoned performer on a long–missed stage. His gaze softened as he looked at Emily, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

His voice, strong and filled with conviction, resonated through the hall.

“The Howlnet whispers are twisted lies, ripped from context!” His wolf bristled with indignation, a protective instinct flaring. “I swear on my pack’s honor, Emily would never harm her own brother!”

His voice dropped, becoming almost pleading.

“Please, do not let these rumors fester.

They spread like wildfire, but the truth is a slow burn, difficult to reignite.

Many she–wolves have been destroyed by such unfounded accusations. Emily, a delicate soul, would have crumbled under the weight of the pack’s judgment if not for her inner strength.

No single snowflake is blameless in an avalanche… I trust that all gathered here wish only for the well–being of our pack… and I will not allow malicious whispers to mislead you.” He paused, his expression softening further.

“That is all. Let us resume the auction. The value of this necklace is unquestionable.”

He gracefully returned the microphone, bowing to the host with practiced ease. His eyes flicked back to me, and his breath hitched.

I was sitting now, my back stiff and unyielding.

*My wolf snarled. Shouldn’t I be furious?* His confusion was palpable.

*She’s too calm, unnatural…* He felt his carefully constructed defense crumbling, like throwing a fist into a cloud of smoke.

He didn’t know the calming presence of Grayson was a temporary balm on my hurt.

Grayson, his expression impassive, murmured, “I wondered why Mason was so eager to disrupt this gathering… Seems he was digging a trap for you. A predictable tactic for such a simpleton.”

The auctioneer announced the starting price for the necklace.“Starting bid:1.8 million silver coins!”

Grayson immediately raised his paddle. The auctioneer declared, “Two million!”

Mason countered swiftly, “Two point four million!”

Grayson’s response was immediate and unwavering, “Three million.”

My own wolf howled silently within, a surge of primal protectiveness rising for Grayson against the pathetic attempt at manipulation by Mason.

The scent of Grayson’s alpha pheromones, normally a calming influence, felt sharper, charged with the undercurrent of the conflict.