Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 316

Chapter316.

“Miss Miller, what would you like to eat? Just tell us, and we’ll make it.”

The kitchen is smoky; you should go outside…”

They all chimed in, trying to persuade me to leave the kitchen. My wolf bristled at their attempts to keep me from doing something I wanted to

1. do.

I put down the ingredients, waving my hand.“You can go; I’ll handle breakfast. I used to do this all the time, so you don’t need to worry.” They wanted to argue further, but I had already started working. My wolf sensed their hesitation, their reluctance to disobey me.

The maids looked at each other; Grayson had hired them to care for me, to cater to my every whim. They didn’t know what I meant by “used to,” and they were hesitant. They decided to consult the butler. Upon hearing I was in the kitchen, the butler rushed to knock on Grayson’s door, but there was no response. He was about to knock again when the door burst open forcefully.

Grayson, shirtless, wore loose–fitting dark gray silk pajamas that hung low on his hips, revealing his well–defined physique. His broad shoulders, firm pectoral muscles, and well–defined abs were on full display. His usually warm alpha scent was replaced by a sharp, almost feral intensity. He still had a hint of lingering coldness in his expression, his face dark as if it could drip water. My wolf felt a jolt of arousal despite my anger.

The butler paused, momentarily at a loss for words. Grayson’s good temper was reserved only for me. No one else was spared his wrath, especially when woken up early.

“Sir, Miss Miller…”

Hearing my name, Grayson’s eyes sharpened, striding towards the kitchen. His wolf was clearly agitated, protective.

Inside, my petite figure was busy at the stove. I wore a loose home outfit, with my sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing my delicate wrist. I was focused on cleaning the medicinal ingredients thoroughly. My wolf was completely absorbed in the task at hand. The scent of the healing broth filled the air, a comforting aroma despite the chaos.

The pot beside me was bubbling, releasing steam, I quickly grabbed a white porcelain spoon and gently stirred the pot, leaning in to observe the changes in the ingredients. My serious demeanor brought an inexplicable warmth to Grayson’s heart.

His wolf softened at the sight of me, his earlier anger dissipating.

“What are you doing?” His voice was still rough, but gentler now.

I was startled by his sudden appearance, losing my grip ingredients and broth to spill everywhere.

on the spoon,

which clattered to the floor. The commotion caused some of the

My wolf whimpered at the mess.