Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 340

Just as they were about to leave the restaurant, a sharp cry pierced the air.

“Baby! What’s wrong, baby!“.

All eyes turned towards the commotion.

Mason instinctively stopped, turning back with Emily. A small pup, no older than four or five seasons, was crouched on the ground, his face turning blue and purple, tiny paws clutching his throat, making painful, gasping sounds. He was choking, struggling for breath.

The focus shifted from Mason and Emily to the struggling pup.

The onlookers, forgetting the previous drama, gathered around, their murmurs and cries a chaotic blend. This sudden shift in attention gave Mason and Emily a chance to escape further scrutiny.

Mason glanced back, his wolf urging him to flee this humiliating situation.

He wanted nothing more than to escape.

But Emily tugged on his arm.

“Mason, that pup…” She looked at him with what appeared to be genuine concern.

He was a healer; he could tell the pup was experiencing acute suffocation and needed immediate help. But his wolf refused to get

involved.

To Mason, Emily’s compassion was a stark contrast to his own self–preservation. He held her tighter, sighing inwardly. Emily was so kind, even after the humiliation, she wanted to help another.

“Mason…” Emily pulled his sleeve again, her touch subtle but insistent.

Mason turned back, his gaze inadvertently sweeping towards our table.

Grayson and I had noticed the commotion at the entrance, our attention drawn to th

ig crowd.

Even though I wasn’t looking directly at him, Mason felt my gaze, a sharp, piercing sensation, like a predator’s stare.

His resolve to leave solidified.

“Don’t get involved, let’s go!” He whispered, lifting Emily higher into his arms, holding her closer.

A calculating gleam flashed in Emily’s eyes; her act of kindness wasn’t keeping Mason close enough. She needed a new plan, a different approach.

“Mason, this is an opportunity.”

Mason paused again, looking down at the seemingly innocent she–wolf.

Emily’s face flushed slightly, a hint of guilt–or perhaps calculation–in her expression. “Mason, I have a plan…”

Her open admission of a plan, however dubious, painted her in a more innocent light in Mason’s eyes, his wolf temporarily swayed by her apparent compassion.

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