Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 350

Chapter350.

“By the Moon! That’s monstrous!”

“That’s attempted murder!”

The pack’s fury crashed over Emily like a tidal wave. Every glare felt like a physical blow, tearing at her very soul.

My wolf sensed her terror, a desperate, animalistic fear. Emily saw several she–wolves and he–wolves clench their fists, advancing on her. Her she–wolf was utterly paralyzed.

She panicked, tears streaming down her face, her head shaking uncontrollably. “It’s not true! I didn’t! I truly didn’t know! I didn’t hear anything, you can’t falsely you can condemn me!”

anger.

accuse

me like this! Just because I tried to help doesn’t mean

Her she–wolf’s desperate pleas were lost in the rising tide of

at the hidden Moonstone, a device that recorded events, and said At that moment, the pack elder, who had remained silent, spoke. He glanced in a low voice, “We have the Moonstone’s record. The events during the ordering should all be preserved.” “Whether this she–wolf gave the pup the almond, and whether she heard the pup’s mother, can be confirmed by reviewing the recording.” The Moonstone! The word struck Emily like a lightning bolt. Her face went deathly pale, her body swaying uncontrollably, her eyes wide with terror. Her she–wolf was frozen with dread.

“I, I…”

on the ground, unable to even rise, let alone protect her! And the Emily instinctively looked at Mason. By now, he was severely injured, lying wolves who had injured him, their claws stained crimson, were closing in on her. Emily whimpered, “Don’t come near me, I… I truly didn’t mean to…”

“Hah, who would believe you!”

Q

“She already killed her own brother. Killing nobody means nothing to her!” “Shouldn’t such a she–wolf be banished? How is she even still amongst us?”

“That’s the ‘power‘ of the Silvermoon Pack!”

“The Silvermoon are truly vile!”

After the insult, the he–wolf suddenly remembered another member of the Silvermoon Pack was present. He quickly turned to me, bowing deeply, “I apologize, Miss Miller, I didn’t mean to include you.” My wolf felt a flicker of satisfaction; they knew the difference between a true healer and a wicked she–wolf.

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Chapter351.

Seeing the pup’s weak but steady breathing, the tension finally left my body. The he–wolf’s abrupt shift from cursing the Silvermoon to apologizing to me was amusing; a small smile touched my lips. My wolf felt a surge of satisfaction, a subtle sense of triumph.

“I’m no longer part of the Silvermoon Pack. I can discard that name.” I stated.

I’d cast it off long ago. My wolf felt a sense of freedom, shedding the burden of a past she no longer identified with.

Mason lay on the ground, battered and bruised. His face was a mask of wounds, blood trickled from his mouth, and each breath was a torment. When I casually mentioned I wasn’t Silvermoon and could abandon the name, his heart clenched painfully.

His wolf felt a sharp, gut–wrenching pain, a loss as profound as death.

He struggled to lift his swollen eyelids, searching for me through the crowd. His wolf interpreted my words as a strategic maneuver–a calculated move to force their surrender, make them regret their actions.

He told himself it was a game, a power play. I was manipulating them, forcing their submission. Yes, that had to be it!

I was always scheming, playing mind games.

Now that I was more cunning, he admitted to a flash of sadness, but he wouldn’t yield! His wolf was stubbornly defiant.

Suddenly, a piercing howl shattered the silence. The ambulance’s crimson and azure lights flashed through the trees, casting eerie shadows on every face. Pack healers in white rushed in with a stretcher. They immediately saw the scene–a severely injured he–wolf curled on the ground, and a pup with a freshly treated wound, struggling to breathe.

The lead healer surveyed them both, his voice grave, “There are two injured; which do we treat first?”

The question hung in the air, a heavy weight. All eyes instinctively turned to me.

My wolf felt the weight of expectation.

Mason, summoning his last strength, turned his head, his eyes piercing through the crowd to find me. A flicker of hope, one even he didn’t recognize, shone in his gaze. His wolf, despite his denial, was clinging to a fragile thread of hope.

It was obvious, wasn’t it?

Of course, I would save my brother!

I’d played this game long enough; it was time to win him. If I continued this charade, he would hate me forever.

My wolf felt a pull towards him, a deep, primal bond that even the anger and resentment couldn’t completely extinguish. Mason offered a faint smile, expecting me to rush to him, crying “I’m sorry.”

But when he moved, the pain in his wounds caused him to cough violently. His wolf’s strength was failing.