Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 412

Chapter412.

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The live stream wasn’t from a phone; it was my chest–mounted action camera, giving viewers a first–person perspective as if they were right here in this remote Silvermoon Pack territory.

My wolf felt a surge of protective instinct as I wiped away the little she–wolf’s tears.

“Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your pretty face,” I said, attempting comfort.

But she only cried harder.

“Sister, I miss my mother,” she whispered.

My own throat tightened.

The old she–wolf inside barked impatiently,“Cry, cry, cry!

Did I starve you? Get these outsiders away!”

Her words were harsh, cruel.

My voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the air.

“She just earned you twenty thousand silver, and the stream isn’t over; it’s inconsiderate to chase us away.” My inner wolf snarled, asserting dominance.

The old she–wolf fell silent.

I gently touched the pup’s soft fur.

“May I see your den?”

She hesitated; her grandmother disliked outsiders.

But she looked at me, those big dark eyes hinting at a fragile hope.

She nodded.

I followed her into a cramped, cluttered space, smelling faintly of mildew.

It was more a storage closet than a den, dimly lit even though it was midday.

Items were piled everywhere.

A small bed sat in a corner, and a wall was covered with awards–proof this was Ava’s space.

The Howlnet comments exploded.

“Wow! This pup is amazing!”

“So many awards–how’s that possible here?”

“Unbelievable, she’s a genius pup!”

“How could her mother abandon such a talented pup? So heartless!”

“Right, only giving birth, not raising, so immoral.”

“Why abandon this poor pup just because of poverty?”

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Exclamations, regret, and criticism flooded the Howlnet.

My wolf sensed the injustice.

Instead of replying directly, I typed:

“Don’t blame the mother; I know you feel for Ava.

But consider Ava’s talent.

These talents might not be solely from her family’s bloodline.

Ava’s excellence is like a golden phoenix fallen into a ravine; consider how she ended up here.”

My own wolf ached with sympathy, understanding the complex circumstances better than most.