Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 389

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“160220, a visit approaches.”

Mason cracked his eyes open. He’d been held overnight, awaiting trial in the Silvermoon Pack’s detention den, feeling utterly wretched. Sleep had been a stranger. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was her–small, helpless, her fur matted, sitting in that cell, whimpering softly.

That image clawed at him.

She was supposed to be safe with Grayson; he wouldn’t let her suffer such humiliation…

He paused, then lowered his head, looking at his restraints. Grayson, the false brother, wouldn’t hurt her. But “they“, his true brothers, had. He raised a paw, covering his burning eyes. His true brothers were worse than Grayson, the false brother.

He shuffled into the visitation area, expecting Andrew to have sent a pack lawyer. Cold iron bars separated them; he sat on one side. The door on the opposite side opened, and he looked up, seeing “her*.

He froze, then, like grasping a lifeline, lunged at the bars. His wolf roared in silent fury and desperate hope.“Isabella! Isabella, you came? Isabella, get me out of here!” His voice was raw with surprise. He’d thought she was merely angry, but now that he was down, she’d come to rescue him.

“The White & Beauty Cosmetics incident has nothing to do with me! I only invested; I wasn’t involved.

The formula, the influencer campaign – none of it was me! It was Emily! She did it all!”

She stood still, a distance between them, watching him coolly.

Her gaze was unwavering, icy.

“I know.” Her voice was flat, devoid of warmth.

Her she–wolf’s scent, usually sweet and musky, was now sharp, cold, like winter’s bite.

Hope flickered in Mason’s eyes.

She knew! She knew he was innocent! She would understand, feel sorry for him, and find a way to get him out!

After all, they had once been siblings.

“Isabella, you believe me, right? Get me out of here! This place is hell; I can’t stand it another minute!” He pleaded urgently, his wolf whining in desperation.

But she just looked at him, a faint, cold smirk playing on her lips, her eyes dripping with mockery.

I scoffed, “Yes, I know you were framed. Because Emily framed *me* in the past. So I know what it feels like to be wrongly accused.”

The hope on Mason’s face froze, then shattered. He stared at her, trying to speak, but her words choked him. He’d been devastated by a single day of suffering; how deeply had she been hurt to remain so calm?

His wolf snarled, a low growl of disbelief and hurt.

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“You can’t take it after just one day?”

She asked, her voice like ice. He was only in detention, hadn’t even faced the full pack’s wrath, and he couldn’t bear it? Had he ever considered how she’d endured three years of torment in prison?

Mason lowered his head shamefully. “I…”

“Emily is so weak and pitiful; it’s only natural for you, as her brother, to take responsibility for her. How can you be so spineless?” Her voice was low, but each word struck Mason’s heart.

His wolf recoiled, stung by the familiarity of the words.

Boom-

Mason’s mind felt like it had been struck by a hammer. He knew those words so well! Because back then, whenever Emily and he clashed, he’d say the same to her:

“Emily is so weak and pitiful, you’re her older sister, you should cut her some slack. How can you be so irresponsible?”

Mason was dazed.

But survival instinct kicked in, drowning his shame. He reached out to grab her.

“I…I’m sorry…Isabella…please, forgive me. Once I get out, I’ll be good to you!” He knelt slightly, grasping her pants. His wolf whimpered, desperate for her forgiveness.

She looked at him coldly; Mason looked up, meeting her gaze. In her emotionless eyes, he saw an image-*her* kneeling on the ground, her thin body trembling. *She* clutched his pants, her face covered in tears and dust, her eyes filled with helpless pleas.

“Mason… please, I don’t want to go to jail… you know I wasn’t involved in Emily’s project, I really don’t know anything… I can take the fall for Emily, but please send me abroad! Please, Mason…”

Her sobs were so desperate they shattered the air.

In that vision, he looked down coldly, unmoved.

Just like her gaze now. He even thought her pitiful state was embarrassing.

“Isabella, someone has to take the blame, go to jail. Only then will the consumers‘ anger subside, and Emily will be completely cleared.” He’d pried her fingers from his pants, letting her collapse on the cold ground.

At this moment, she echoed, “Someone has to take the blame, go to jail. Only then will the consumers‘ anger subside, and Emily will be completely cleared.”

She sneered, bending down to pry his fingers off one by one. The stabbing pain and regret swallowed him whole. Mason felt his strength drain, collapsing to the floor. What the hell was that vision? She was clearly standing right here! He looked at the face before him, so different from the one in his memory–cold, distant, filled with disgust. The former dependence and affection were gone.

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“Isabella, I’m sorry.” His throat felt choked; each word was as harsh as a knife.

“I’m sorry…”

She stared back, his regret worthless in her eyes, his apologies stirring no emotion. This belated affection? Worth less than dirt. Because he hadn’t experienced even a fraction of the pain she’d endured. This was only the beginning!

The den–mates welcomed the newbie with a brutal initiation–punches and kicks. He fought back, but eight against one? No chance. Soon, he was battered and bruised. Mason curled up on the freezing bunk, shoved into the stinking corner by the latrine. A nauseating odor filled the air, stinging his nostrils. He closed his eyes, finally falling asleep in the late night. In his dreams, he saw her in a worn prison uniform, thin as a skeleton. She suffered endless torment–beaten, harassed, bullied, bruised from head to toe. Later, she fell ill, diagnosed with a Blood–Core affliction. In her final moments, she mustered the courage to reach out to him through the howlnet.