Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 444

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I was stunned by my own thoughts.

Though I was the youngest pup and hadn’t witnessed Andrew’s birth, he’d been raised by Mother.

If he weren’t her biological son, how could she not have noticed?

My wolf felt a chill of disbelief.

But Andrew’s excessive favoritism towards Emily persisted, even after he learned she’d murdered Marcus.

He continued to shield and cover for her.

His bias for Emily even surpassed my own–his “sister–wolf” by blood.

I shook my head, feeling this secret was as tormenting as reliving my past life all over again.

The idea was absurd, but the more I thought about it, the closer it felt to the truth! If Andrew… wasn’t Mother’s biological son…

My wolf whimpered, a primal fear gripping her.

Suddenly, I felt as if all the happiness I once believed in was crumbling piece by piece.

My body swayed, and darkness blurred my vision.

Grayson had been watching me.

He saw my face turn ghostly pale and that I was about to collapse backward.

He quickly reached out, his wolf sensing my distress.

Before I could react, he bent down and lifted me into his arms, then hurried out of the Silvermoon Trading Post.

Alexander, just leaving, watched Grayson carry me out.

My face was ashen, looking utterly drained.

Alexander chuckled to himself, his wolf feeling a surge of

smugness.

“See? She was faking it! Pretending not to care, and the moment I left, she couldn’t keep up the act!” The uncomfortable unease vanished, replaced by a surge of satisfaction.

Now I probably should regret it–regret how I treated my own brother.

Alexander’s mood lifted considerably as he called out to Grayson’s retreating figure, “Isabella, if you regret it, get down on your knees and apologize! Maybe I’ll feel generous enough to forgive you and let you back into the Miller Clan!”

Grayson paused briefly, holding me, then his gaze suddenly turned cold.

His wolf snarled silently, a promise of retribution.

Yet he didn’t stop walking, swiftly carrying me into the car.

Once the door slammed shut, Grayson started the car and sent a quick message.

‘Beat him up.

Make sure he can’t get up.”

Meanwhile, Alexander’s mocking laughter still echoed in the air.

Suddenly, ten black–suited guards appeared, silently surrounding him.

His smug look froze.

“What… what are you doing?” he stammered, his voice trembling with feat.

The guards said nothing, moving in perfect unison to lift him and drag him into a secluded corner, away from any witnesses.

Soon after, Alexander’s mouth was gagged, and his struggles and screams quickly turned into muffled groans of pain.

They knew their limits; they wouldn’t kill him, but they made sure he’d be in a lot of pain, unable to defend himself. When someone finally found Alexander, it was deep into the night.

Covered in injuries, he curled on the cold ground, looking utterly pathetic, his strength nearly gone.

When I woke up, it was pitch black outside.

Inside, only a small nightlight was on, its soft glow gentle and distant, as if afraid of disturbing my sleep. Grayson sat nearby, his elbow resting on his knee, his head slightly bowed, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

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