Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 450

Chapter450.

Fragments of a porcelain vase littered the floor, blood splattering, still warm.

Andrew held the remaining piece, his expression impassive.

His wolf was calm, almost pleased.

Gavin’s head swam; then his fury erupted.

“Andrew! Are you insane! What did you do?!”

He yelled until his voice was hoarse, his trembling fingers pointing at Andrew.

His wolf howled in anguish:

While Gavin disliked Sunny and wasn’t close to her pups, Jared was still his son.

He couldn’t bear witnessing another son’s death.

Emily was shocked, her face pale.

Her wolf whimpered, afraid.

She glanced at Jared, bleeding on the ground–Jared, who’d never supported her–so her concern was minimal.

But she saw Gavin’s burning rage aimed at Andrew.

She quickly stepped before Gavin, her face anxious.

Dad! Don’t be angry! Andrew… he… he must have been anxious!” Her voice trembled.

Jared… he must have overheard something he shouldn’t have, and Andrew, afraid he’d reveal it, lost control! Dad,

lease don’t blame him!”

Gavin’s eyes were bloodshot, his gaze fixed on Andrew, his chest heaving.

His wolf growled, torn between rage and grief.

Andrew showed no remorse, his face cold.

His wolf was satisfied, its hunger sated.

your

After a long moment, Gavin seemed to deflate, exhaling heavily, his gaze complex.

He finally registered what had happened, his eyes falling on the blood–soaked floor.

His wolf mourned.

Quick… summon a healer! Get him to the den infirmary!”

Simultaneously, Grayson’s datapad vibrated.

His watchers had reported Jared’s attack, asking if he should intervene.

15.17

– Inknovel

68.1%

< Chapter450.

Grayson glanced around.

I sat by the window, sunlight on me, sketching peacefully–unconcerned.

He wouldn’t bother me with this Miller Pack mess.

“No need to interfere.” His voice was flat.

His wolf was amused.

The other end hesitated.

“Mr. Smith, if Miss Miller discovers we didn’t…”

Grayson’s lips curved into a slight smile.

His wolf purred with satisfaction.

‘She won’t.”

He was certain.

The she–wolf who’d once been devoted to the Miller brothers was finally his.

I wouldn’t waste another thought on those irrelevant wolves.

The sound of approaching healers faded as they carried the unconscious Jared away.

The air in the Miller Pack den was thick with the scent of blood, heavy and suffocating.

Andrew hadn’t offered to go to the infirmary.

His wolf sensed an opportunity.

He calmly accessed his datapad and contacted someone.

The call was answered quickly.

‘Ms. Smith.” His voice was calm, subservient.

His wolf was calculating.

“I need a hundred million.”

Julia’s voice, languid and amused, replied.

“A hundred million? That’s no small sum, Mr. Miller.

What’s the exchange?”

Andrew’s knuckles whitened, chilling intensity flickering in his eyes.

His wolf prepared to strike.