Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 360

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As Faye and I stepped out of the private elevator, a sharp rebuke echoed from the first–floor lobby. The scent of fear and tension was thick in the air. My wolf felt a surge of predatory excitement.

“Useless! How do you even do your job?!”

The words were a snarling challenge.

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I didn’t break stride, my gaze icy as it swept across the room. My wolf felt a wave of icy calm wash over her. Dustin stood in the center of the lobby, spittle flying, pointing at her newly appointed head of public relations.

His aggressive display was a challenge to my authority.

“All these negative headlines on the Howlnet, and it’s been overnight! The heat’s still not dying down! What’s the point of the company keeping a deadweight like you around?!” His voice was a harsh, guttural growl.

The newly promoted PR director’s face flickered between pale and greenish, hands clenched tight, trembling slightly, lips bitten hard–but no retort. His fear was almost palpable.

Dustin caught sight of me by the stairs and raised his voice even louder.

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My wolf felt a surge of power.

“Today’s young pups are all talk and no action. They have no real ability, yet they cling to their positions!”

His insult was thinly veiled, practically aimed right at me.

The challenge was blatant.

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I walked over, slow and deliberate. My wolf moved with an almost feline grace.

Click–clack went my Dustin acted like he just noticed me, plastering on an exaggerated look of surprise.

“Oh, look who’s come down, Ms. Miller.” A smug smile played on his lips.

“Ms. Miller, don’t misunderstand. I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about this PR director, who is truly incompetent.”

His wolf tried to project an aura of dominance, but it was weak and unconvincing.

He figured a few veiled jabs without outright confrontation would save his skin. After all, he was a veteran at Fire, an old–timer with some clout. Surely I wouldn’t dare challenge him, a seasoned player, right in the middle of this storm.

He underestimated me.

I stopped in front of him, eyes calm, lips curling into a faint, frosty smile that never reached my eyes. My wolf’s power was undeniable.

“The PR director, He, was appointed by me personally. Dustin, your loud reprimand of Director Owen–is that a complaint against me?” The question was direct and uncompromising. My wolf’s challenge was clear.

Dustin hadn’t expected me to publicly confront him, and the smugness on his face froze instantly.

His wolf’s bravado crumbled.

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eyes turned to him, his face red with shame and embarrassment.

My wolf had won.

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