Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 454

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The Howlnet frenzy intensified.

Pack members clamored for clarification regarding Grayson and Isabella’s relationship–siblings or something

nore?

ust then, Grayson had a pre–scheduled business Howlcast.

Midway through, the host, in coordination with Grayson’s advisor, delicately posed the question everyone

waited:

Mr. Smith, much discussion circulates regarding your… uh… bond with Miss Miller, your purported sister,

sabella.”

Many observe your interactions as… affectionate.”

These ambiguous rumors–what is your perspective?”

The camera focused on Grayson.

His expression remained composed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

His wolf was calm, but alert.

He responded evenly, his voice steady:“Isabella and I are not bound by legal adoption or the traditional understanding of kinship.”

He paused, adding a touch of humor:“After all, who would adopt such a large sister?”

The comment section exploded.

Mr. Smith is hilarious!”

That large… he’s not entirely incorrect, though?”

Such a large sister, huh? Perhaps that’s not entirely inaccurate?”

‘Seriously joking around, but Mr. Smith’s humor is superb!”

I was curled on the sofa in Grayson’s den, clutching a data–pad.

The screen displayed Grayson’s Howlcast.

Hearing him say “Who would adopt such a large sister,” my cheeks flushed.

My wolf whined, her embarrassment mirroring my own.

I wasn’t that large… Even my ears felt warm.

On the screen, Grayson remained composed.

The experienced host, sensing his non–evasion, pressed on.

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“So, you mean to say you and Miss Miller are neither biologically related, nor in an adoptive bond?”

“But everyone assumed you were siblings; you always addressed each other as ‘brother‘ and ‘sister‘,” she added.

“And you reside together, which naturally invites speculation.”

Grayson chuckled lightly.

His smile was restrained, tinged with a subtle coldness, undeniably captivating.

The comments flooded in again:

“Mr. Smith smiled!”

“I could watch that smile a hundred times!”

Grayson adjusted his posture, his voice clear through the microphone.

“Sister‘ doesn’t necessarily denote a blood relation or an adopted bond,” he spoke slowly, each word precise.

“Sometimes, it can be… a term of endearment between… close individuals of the opposite sex.”

The host’s

eyes widened in surprise, nearly covering her mouth.

She almost blurted out:

“So, Mr. Smith, you mean… you and Miss Miller are currently… in such a bond?”

As that question appeared, online viewership surged.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting Grayson’s response.

Grayson remained composed, his

gaze intense.

His wolf was unwavering, his power palpable.

“Not yet.” His denial was sharp.

Just as a wave of disappointment washed over the host and viewers, Grayson shifted his approach, his tone

assertive.

“But I am unmated, she is unmated.

We have no other partners.

Is it inappropriate to address each other thusly?” He raised an eyebrow, questioning the host.

His wolf challenged any who dared question their connection.

It was my seventh years with Trent Holloway. I’d gotten him a present, a surprise. Too bad I was a few minutes late to the party. When I arrived, I heard him chatting with his buddies.

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