Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 308

Chapter308.

Emily nodded, understanding. I hurried from my seat, heading towards the back of the gala. My wolf felt exposed, vulnerable, the scent of judgment heavy in the air. Reaching the back, I found a staff member. Their polite demeanor felt like a fragile shield against the storm brewing inside me.

“How can I help you?” they asked, noticing my attire.

I felt awkward, my words catching in my throat.“About the payment for the auction item…can I…”

The staff member listened with a forced smile.

Their scent shifted, a hint of disapproval mingling with their usual professional scent.

“Delayed payment?” The staff member was stunned.“Delayed payment? Charity auction payments aren’t delayed.”

Their surprise was palpable. My wolf snarled, a low growl of shame.

They quickly recovered.“Alpha Miller, charity auction payments are usually settled immediately.” They mentally labeled me as impulsive, their scent turning sharper. My cheeks burned; I felt their judgment, the eyes of the other wolves burning into me. I struggled to maintain my

composure.

“I know the rules, but I need time to secure funds, can you make an exception?” I pleaded, my voice strained.

The staff member hesitated.

“Well… if it were another auction, you could pay a penalty, but this is a charity auction, so it’s not quite appropriate… let me ask the manager…

Their politeness felt like a thinly veiled dismissal. Asking the manager would only amplify the humiliation.

My wolf howled silently, a desperate plea for escape.

As the staff member worked on the datapad, they said, “Sir, please leave your name and contact information…”

Before they could finish, I vanished. I fled, finding a secluded balcony, where the night air offered a sliver of solace. I lit a cigarette, the familiar ritual a small comfort.

My hands trembled as I accessed my pack communicator. I scrolled through my contacts, finding the number I needed, and dialed. After a few rings, it connected.

“Hello, this is Mason.” My voice was clipped, devoid of my usual warmth.

My wolf urged me to get this over with, to stop this agonizing exposure.

“I need money, 10 million silver marks, using my shares in the Miller Pack holdings as collateral.”