Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 312

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I looked at him with an amused expression, as if watching some amusing pup play. But I replied sincerely, “Really? Then congratulations.” In my past life, this project was also developed; and while the whitening effect was excellent, it was also highly irritating, unsuitable for sensitive skin. Their experiments were solely focused on she–wolves like Emily, who had oily fur, so the outcome was predictable–sensitive she–wolves ended up with severe allergies, even skin issues.

Fire Pack not only faced hefty compensation but also suffered damage to its reputation. They could have salvaged their reputation with an apology and proactive problem–solving. But they couldn’t bear to let Emily face the Pack Council’s wrath, so they pushed me out to take the

blame.

Emily even suggested that if I took the fall and spent some time in the Moonstone Prison, they could minimize their compensation and fines. My wolf snarled at the memory.

I had been willing to take the fall, receiving no gratitude, but Emily still planned to use my imprisonment to appease the pack and reduce penalties!

But I wouldn’t remind them; after all, Mason wouldn’t believe me. He’d just think I was jealous of Emily and trying to sabotage her.

My inner wolf chuckled darkly. Let them reap what they sow.

This time, without me taking the fall, would they sacrifice Emily? I was more than willing to see that day come, so my tone was particularly sincere. But to Mason, my words sounded like the sharpest claws. His wolf bristled, sensing the threat in my calm demeanor.

He felt that every word I said was mocking him, challenging his alpha status.

His wolf howled in frustration, a low growl vibrating in his chest.

“Isabella, you’re getting out of hand! If you were as kind as Emily, we wouldn’t treat you this way!”

Mason’s words were laced with the potent scent of his anger, a clear challenge. He made a silent decision. He would start his own pack, launch Jade Porcelain Skin, and show me how wrong I was; I wasn’t as good as Emily!

In the past, I would have been hurt by his words, the sting felt deep within my wolf’s heart.

But now-

Grayson held my hand tightly, his touch grounding me, his scent – a comforting balm to my bruised spirit. My wolf leaned into his, seeking the strength and reassurance his presence offered. I smiled at him.

This time, I wouldn’t be hurt by these biased alphas, especially since I wasn’t alone. My wolf felt a surge of confidence.

Ignoring Mason, I continued watching the auction. The scent of anticipation hung heavy in the air, mingling with the musky scent of the other wolves.

As night fell and the moon cast its silvery glow, the charity auction came to a successful close. The noise faded, and the crowd ebbed away like a retreating tide, leaving only a faint scent of various perfumes and lingering excitement.