Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

I frowned.

ared’s words struck a chord; I needed to address the matter of Emily’s brother saving me; otherwise, I would be mmorally indebted to them for life, a heavy burden in our pack’s social structure.

My she wolf sensed a path to resolution, a way to break free from their manipulation.

Suddenly, I pressed my brow, as if recalling a forgotten scent.

I’m curious; the den’s entrance was open that day; why was it closed and locked afterward?”

My wolf sharpened its senses, focusing on the inconsistencies.

Emily’s face turned deathly pale.

Her scent turned acrid with fear.

She clung to Jared, trembling.

Jared, don’t say anymore; don’t blame Isabella.”

Don’t say anything more! If this went on, what if I remembered everything or actually pursued the truth from

back then?

My wolf urged me forward, sensing the truth hidden beneath their lies.

But to Jared, Emily was trembling from heartache because I’d brought up the past.

His wolf misinterpreted her fear.

Is that the den where a pack member perished?” Lucy hadn’t paid much attention to that incident; her

t was quite hazy.

Her scent held no strong recollection.

Yes, I heard the den’s locks were designed to prevent locking from the inside.

How could it be locked? It must have been…” I looked at Emily, my gaze piercing.

My wolf sensed her deception.

Her body trembled violently.

Her scent screamed of guilt and fear.

memory

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“Stop it!” Jared shouted, his wolf’s protective instinct flaring.

“Isabella, enough! You’ve gone too far! You’re tearing open Emily’s wounds; do you have any all, her brother died for you…” His wolf’s protective instincts were overriding his judgment.

“Jared!” Emily trembled uncontrollably.

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Her scent was almost unbearable, a concoction of fear and desperation.

I want to return to the pack.”

Jared immediately picked her up and left.

Caleb followed closely behind, casting a deep look of disappointment at me before they left.

Their scents were heavy with disapproval.

“Isabella, you’ve really crossed the line this time.”

I stood there, watching their retreating figures, a cold smile creeping onto my lips.

They were blind and deaf, not realizing whether Emily was trembling out of fear or guilt.

My wolf felt a surge of bitter amusement.

In their eyes, even if Emily had committed a transgression, it would be excused.

Lucy reached out to touch me, as if I were a fragile doll about to shatter.

—

Her scent was laced with concern.

“Isabella…”

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, the flicker of pain in my gaze had vanished.

My wolf had taken control.

“I’m fine,” I said firmly, turning to Lucy.

“Lucy, do you know where I can find the records of the fire from back then?”

Lucy shook her head.

“There were casualties, and the pack didn’t want a bad influence.

After things calmed down, they didn’t keep any records.”

The scent of ancient secrecy clung to her words.