Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 317

Chapter317.

“Grayson…” I looked up, my eyes wide with shock. My wolf shivered, a low growl rumbling in my chest..

The scent of his anger was sharp, a primal musk that cut through the air.

Seeing my reddened eyes, Grayson’s face darkened; his wolf bared its teeth subtly, and he pulled me from the kitchen. His grip was firm, possessive.

“Grayson…” I called softly, my voice barely a whisper. My wolf whimpered, yearning for his comfort, despite the underlying tension. Grayson suppressed his anger, glaring at the she–wolves. His wolf snarled, a warning clearly directed at them.

“The she–wolves can do this; why are you doing it?” His voice was low, controlled but dangerous.

The she–wolves, their fur bristling with fear, apologized.

“Sir, we…”

Seeing Grayson’s barely contained fury, I quickly grabbed his arm.

My claws retracted instinctively, but the fear was real.

“Grayson, it’s not their fault; I wanted to do it myself. I used to do it often.”

My voice trembled slightly.

Grayson took a deep breath, his wolf restless, but when he met my clear gaze, the anger receded, replaced by a softer, more protective energy. His wolf seemed to calm, its aggression subsiding.

He ruffled my fur, saying, “I want you to be my sister, not another she–wolf toiling away in the kitchen.” His touch, though gentle, sent a shiver down my spine.

I lowered my head, responding quietly, my mood clearly not great. I worried about his health, a primal fear gripping my wolf’s heart.

I didn’t know how to prevent what the future held, only how to support him in this moment. My wolf yearned to protect him.

Seeing my downcast expression, Grayson sighed heavily. He really felt like he was going to be worn down by me He called the she–wolves over, “Isabella, tell them what ingredients and steps they need to prepare.” His tone was still firm but less harsh.

and

relentless my

care.

I bit my lip, my eyes dim, and spoke in a muffled voice. Grayson looked sharply at the she–wolves.“Understood?” His wolf’s dominance was

clear.

The she–wolves nodded rapidly, “Yes, sir, we’ll get right on it.”

Their relief was palpable.

Grayson took a towel and gently held my paw, meticulously wiping each claw.“From now on, don’t do this; I don’t need my sister to slave away making breakfast for me.”

His touch was oddly comforting.

His gentle touch contrasted sharply with his earlier fury. I kept my head down, allowing him to wipe my paws, but my eyes occasionally darted to his chest, a primal instinct urging me to check his health.

My wolf was anxious, constantly assessing his condition. Grayson noticed my gaze and chuckled.“If you do this in the future, act like a young lady, instructing the she–wolves; you just need to check the results.”

I responded quietly, my eyes still dim.

“Okay.”

Grayson looked at my expression and sighed again.

The weight of my worry seemed to bear down on him.

“After breakfast, let’s go to the Healer’s Den.”