Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 342

Emily, her she–wolf’s amber eyes shimmering with a practiced compassion – a deceptive sheen she’d perfected over countless moon cycles- approached.

My inner wolf snarled; I sensed the false piety radiating from her like a sickly sweet scent.

She played the saint, certain this display of “mercy” would rewrite her reputation amongst the Silvermoon Pack

But the subtle shift in her posture, the almost too–perfect grace, felt…off, even to those less perceptive than my inner wolf.

She knelt before the pup’s mother, her voice a honeyed drip.

“Fear not.

I possess knowledge of first aid. It appears the pup is choking, his airway obstructed. I have studied such emergencies. I can save him.” Each movement was precise, practiced to the point of unnatural smoothness; a practiced performance honed over years, if not lifetimes. “He is choking; the Heimlich maneuver is needed at once,” she declared, her voice ringing with authority.

The mother, her face etched with terror as she gazed at her pup’s fading life, offered the pup without question.

Emily was her only hope. The crowd’s howls of concern quieted, their gazes a mixture of hope and suspicion.

Emily’s reputation was….tarnished, to say the least. Many in the pack questioned her true nature. Yet, the practiced efficiency of her movements, the unwavering calm in her eyes, suggested a level of skill that superseded the rumors.

With the pup’s life hanging in the balance, every heartbeat mattered.

Doubt wrestled with desperate hope in the eyes of the onlookers, their own inner wolves sensing the gravity of the situation.

Emily adjusted the pup’s position, holding him securely.

She formed a fist, placing it precisely below the pup’s sternum, above the navel. One strong hand pressed firmly against the pup’s chest, the other reinforcing the upward thrusts.

One, two, three…

The pup’s body responded weakly to her actions, but the obstruction remained stubbornly lodged. Instead of expulsion, his body grew limper, his already purplish face darkening to an alarming gray.

of anxious energy. My own wolf felt a surge in her paw giving her away.

This wasn’t going as planned for Emily. Her practiced calm was beginning to crack, a subtle tremor