Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 400

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acy, Grace, and I kept switching between different modes of transportation, bouncing along rugged mountain trails, again and again. My wolf felt the thrill of the journey, the wildness of the untamed land.

Finally, we arrived at a remote village nestled deep within the Whispering Peaks, a place seemingly untouched by time.

The scent of pine and damp earth filled the air.

My wolf felt a sense of peace.

The village was built into the mountainside, with sturdy wooden longhouses nestled among towering pines, smoke curling from chimneys, showing off a raw, simple charm. The air vibrated with the quiet energy of a thriving community.

Grace and I were immediately struck by the breathtaking scenery.

Grace’s wolf seemed to relax, sensing the ancient power of the place.

Lucy looked at us and said, “See? Amazing, right!” She’d felt the same way on her first visit.

Her wolf clearly remembered the thrill of this wilderness.

I nodded. In my past life, I’d been consumed by the Miller brothers and Emily, never having the time or energy to experience such beauty. My wolf grieved for those lost moments. Now, I could make up for those regrets.

Once Lucy saw we’d taken it all in, she led us along a winding path. The path was treacherous, but Lucy had made arrangements with the village elders.

At that moment, three villagers approached. They had dark skin, lithe frames, but they were strong and used to hard labor.

Their wolves were alert but welcoming.

They took our filming gear on their backs and helped carry us down the mountain.

Their strength and quiet competence impressed me. My wolf respected their prowess.

Along the way, Lucy used broken local dialect mixed with gestures, chatting with them, and they occasionally flashed genuine, rustic smiles.

Their wolves seemed content, at peace in their territory.

Grace gazed at the layered terraces, towering distant mountains, and the unpolished smiles on villagers‘ faces, all deeply captivating her. Her wolf vibrated with inspiration.

A sudden creative impulse sparked in her heart, but that delicate feeling was still like a thin veil, elusive ap melody.

Her wolf sensed the song, but the words eluded her.

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When we arrived at the rest spot arranged for us, the three of us immediately got to work. I took the two workflow documents Lucy had written and handed one to Grace.

“Familiarize yourself with the equipment and procedures; it’ll be helpful later.”

Grace nodded, carefully checking the equipment list. Though unfamiliar with these professional devices, she learned quickly, and after a bit of practice, she was able to lend a hand. Her wolf thrived on the challenge.

Lucy was impressed by Grace’s speed, often praising her.

As she got busy, Grace forgot her worries, her mind clearer than ever.

Her wolf found solace in the work.

She didn’t think about the musical notes in her head, but melodies kept popping up now and then. Each time, she jotted down a melody on her notepad.

Her wolf guided her hand, the music flowing from her soul.

Meanwhile, in the Obsidian Fang Pack territory, Emily and Noah were struggling. The studios of intangible cultural heritage artisans had all refused her filming requests, citing scheduling conflicts or internal reorganizations. Emily’s wolf snarled in frustration.

Emily, sitting in her business–class seat, her brows furrowed with visible irritation.

Her wolf radiated barely–contained fury. She wondered why I always seemed to predict exactly where she could shoot–had I planted spies among the pack?

This thought was dismissed.

She’d planned this with Andrew, another powerful Alpha, and no one else was involved.

Her wolf reassured her.

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She figured the real reason was that there just weren’t many suitable filming locations in the Obsidian Fang territory, Alpha and my fated mate, simply booked them all.

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This didn’t case her frustration; her jealousy grew. We were both adopted daughters; why was the difference between us so vast? Her wolf howled with resentment and envy.

Thinking of Grayson’s tall, handsome figure, she had an idea–what if she could steal Grayson from me…? She’d stolen my brothers once; she could do it again! Her wolf reveled in the malicious plan.

Once that idea took root, it spread like wild vines. Her wolf urged her on, feeding her darker impulses.

As she pondered, Noah’s voice broke in.