Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 320

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Chapter320.

Grayson noticed my excessive anxiety and gently said, “Isabella, that’s enough, I’m fine.” His voice was soothing, but his wolf sensed my deep–seated worry.

“Are you sure?” I asked again, my wolf still restless.

The Healer nodded firmly, “Yes, perfectly fine.”

But his words did little to calm my inner turmoil.

My brow furrowed, unconsciously rubbing my paws together. Why had Grayson been unable to protect me in his past life? My wolf clawed at the mystery, searching for answers.

If it wasn’t due to health issues, then what could it be? A territorial dispute gone wrong?

A rogue pack attack? I didn’t think any wolf in the Silvermoon Pack could best him, so it was likely an accident. But what kind of accident?

My wolf’s instincts screamed for a solution. Since my rebirth, I had never felt as helpless as I did now. Even on the day I returned, feverish and disoriented, pressured by the Miller brothers, I hadn’t felt this lost!

My wolf whimpered, overwhelmed by fear.

Suddenly, I felt a warm arm wrap tightly around my shoulder, warmth spreading from my shoulder through my entire body. My fur bristled, and the next moment, I was pulled into a broad embrace. The familiar scent of his alpha enveloped me, the crisp, musky fragrance unique to Grayson.

My wolf relaxed against the familiar strength of his.

My cheek pressed against his chest, and I could hear his strong heartbeat, steady and powerful. That sound had a magical quality, slowly easing my tense nerves. My wolf calmed against the steady rhythm.

Grayson lowered his head, kissing my fur gently.

The touch was tender, reassuring.

His lips were warm, and the moment they touched my forehead, I closed my eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m very healthy. There’s nothing in this world that can bring me down; I’ll protect you for a lifetime.” His words were a promise, a vow.

Normally, his words would comfort me. But how could I avoid that past hurt when I didn’t even know what he had experienced?

Just as my heart twisted painfully, emotions tangled and refusing to untangle, Grayson’s voice came from above.

“That’s probably Mason.” His voice held a playful edge.

His wolf was teasing.

I shot my head up, following his gaze to look out the window. There was only the corridor of the opposite building, empty of any wolves.

“Hah.” A low, shallow laugh escaped Grayson’s lips. I felt a surge of anger; he was still trying to tease me!

My wolf bristled.

Seeing my thoughts, Grayson felt wronged. His wolf whined playfully.

“I’m not lying; you’re just too short to see.” His voice was amused.

With that, he placed his paws under my armpits and lifted me up, his strength effortless.

My wolf giggled, reveling in the playful interaction.