Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 33

n a crisp morning in the pack, sunlight streamed through the den’s entrance, casting a warm glow on my study

area.

I was immersed in my studies, determined to master the ancient texts I’d neglected in the past.

The murmurs of other young wolves barely registered.

“Hey, the drone competition for Jared’s pack starts this afternoon, but I’ve got training,” a young beta whispered.

“Yeah, I heard Isabella used to be in Jared’s pack, but she’s been replaced,” a she–wolf said, glancing at me.

Her words were laced with a subtle hint of alpha scent – a clear attempt to assert dominance.

Another she–wolf, eyeing me from across the room, scoffed.

“Replaced? She was exiled!

She pretends not to care, but who knows what she’s *really* thinking?” Her voice dripped with disdain.

“How could she not care? It was *her* pack.”

“She’s pretending to study.

With her current standing, the next moon cycle’s rites are soon.

Can she really catch up?”

“She’s probably trying to prove herself after being exiled.

Fake effort is still effort, right? Otherwise, how could she ever surpass Emily?” Their whispers were laced with the pungent scent of their pack loyalty to Emily.

My wolf growled inwardly at their smugness.

I lifted my head, offering them a cool glance, my expression as calm as still water.

Gossip was nothing new; ever since Emily joined the Miller pack, everyone praised her, belittling me.

I felt nothing, merely pushing myself deeper into my studies.

Soon, Emily entered, a competition token clutched in her paw.

“Isabella, you’re here, still studying?

Is that really going to work? Why not just come with me like before?”

Her voice, usually saccharine, held a note of triumph.

I ignored her, but her presence was irritating; I gathered my scrolls to find a quieter place to study.

She blocked my path, her hand outstretched, the competition token held aloft.

“This is a token for the competition.

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I thought you’d want to go.

You used to compete with the pack, but now you can’t.

So I got you a token.”

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, dripping with false kindness.

I met her gaze, my eyes cold as ice, catching the glint of smugness in hers.

My wolf bared its teeth at the subtle threat in her demeanor.

Mert

Isabella, it’s my first competition as an official member, and I’d love for you to watch.” She emphasized “official member,” flaunting her replacement of me, eager for me to witness her triumph.

The arrogance of her scent nearly made me lose my control.

Suple

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