Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 354

Chapter354.

I listened to the pack’s mocking laughter, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine despite my outward composure. A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on my lips. My wolf felt a strange satisfaction, a cold triumph.

Mason lay sprawled on the cold stone floor, his gaze fixed on me through the throng of wolves. He saw the utter indifference in my eyes, the complete lack of concern.

Agony, both physical and emotional, tore through him. The pain of his wounds mingled with the deeper ache of betrayal, the crushing weight of abandonment.

Darkness clouded his vision, his consciousness slipping away. Finally, he succumbed, collapsing into unconsciousness.

In the darkness, a memory flickered–a scene from their youth, after a brutal clash with Grayson, the alpha who constantly challenged Mason’s authority,

All five of them lay wounded, defeated.

And there, tiny, scarcely reaching their knees, stood a young Isabella, wielding a thick branch like a weapon, her eyes blazing with fierce protectiveness.

“Don’t harm my

brothers!”

She had screamed, her voice tiny but resolute.

Mason smiled at the memory. That tiny she–wolf, so fiercely loyal, so fiercely protective.

The sharp scent of antiseptic stung his nostrils as he fought to open his heavy eyelids. The pale ceiling of the pack healer’s den swam into view, He heard Emily’s muffled sobs, her voice laced with self–pity.

“Andrew, Isabella… she was so monstrous today! Not only did she allow those wolves to attack Mason, but she deliberately prevented the healers from tending to him first…”

Mason’s mind involuntarily replayed the scene in the restaurant, Emily’s fear, her paralyzed inability to intervene. The image of that small she–wolf, a tiny furious beast wielding a stick, flashed again.

A strange dissonance resonated within him–a confusing mixture of irritation and a deep, unsettling discomfort.

His throat burned with thirst.

“Water…” he whispered, his voice rough and barely audible.

His wolf whimpered, his body weak, his need desperate.

Emily, lost in her lamentations, remained oblivious to his suffering, her grief self–absorbed.

“Even the elder aided her; they conspired against us… Mason’s injuries wouldn’t be this severe if she hadn’t deliberately delayed treatment….” Mason tried to reach for the water skin on the bedside table, his hand trembling.

It was just beyond his reach. He stretched, his fingers grazing the cool earthenware.

Twice he attempted to grasp it, but the water skin slipped further away.

“Crash!” The water skin tumbled to the floor, shattering, the sound jarring in the quiet den. His wolf whimpered again, the sound a mixture of pain and frustration.

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