Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 333

Chapter333.

I savored the rich, earthy broth, a low growl of contentment rumbling in my chest.

My tail thumped lightly against the floor as I chuckled, sharing a playful jest with Grayson.

Then, the scent of Mason, sharp and acrid with barely–suppressed rage, hit me. It was the same Sunpetal mushroom soup he’d

ordered!

My wolf snarled, a thrill of defiance shooting through me.

*He’ll learn to respect my choices, she growled in my mind.

The sight of me, happily enjoying the very dish he’d been denied, struck Mason like a physical blow.

His expression turned thunderous, his wolf snarling its displeasure.

*She did this on purpose, the vixen,* his wolf snarled in his mind.

He shoved back his chair with a grating shriek of wood against stone, the sound echoing the turmoil in his soul.

He stalked toward me, his form radiating menace.

Grayson, his eyes twinkling with amusement, leaned closer.

“If you can replicate this recipe, our pack chef will be looking for a new hunt.”

His voice was low, a purr that somehow held an undercurrent of warning.

I looked up, a playful smirk tugging at my lips.“I’m not planning on opening a kitchen; I’m just making this for you. They’ll keep their jobs.”

I was already mentally cataloging the herbs, envisioning the medicinal properties I could incorporate.

Such a nurturing instinct, yet the Millers failed to see it. His laugh held a chilling underto

Mason burst into the den, shoving the startled Beta aside.

If bristled at the unspoken threat.

My back was turned, completely engrossed in the savory broth, oblivious to the brewing storm.

Grayson, however, had already sensed their approach.

His smile vanished, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto Mason. Just as Mason reached for me, Grayson moved, a blur of motion. With effortless grace, he intercepted Mason’s outstretched hand, his grip firm and unyielding.

A sharp pain shot through Mason’s wrist; he struggled, but Grayson held him fast.

*He won’t touch her,* his wolf roared silently, his muscles coiled tight with barely controlled fury.

Grayson’s gaze was unwavering, his expression unreadable, conveying a chilling calm.

Mason’s wolf raged, a fire storm within his mind.

With a violent jerk, he tore his hand free, stumbling back several paces before regaining his balance. His breath hitched in his chest, the scent of his own fear mingling with the raw anger that still burned within him.

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