Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 467

News of Gavin’s illegitimate pup reached the Silvermoon Pack overseas.

The Silvermoon Pack had been managing their territory abroad for years and hadn’t returned in ages.

When Alpha Elder Grant heard the news, his rage triggered a severe heart attack, landing him in the healer’s den.

As soon as he recovered, Alpha Carson returned.

A few days later, at the Silvermoon Pack border, a he–wolf in a dark cloak, surrounded by his loyal pack members, emerged from the VIP passage.

His impassive face held the authority of a seasoned Alpha, radiating an icy aura.

This was the current Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, my eldest uncle, Carson.

Not far away, Gavin waited anxiously.

The Miller pack had always been less powerful than the Silvermoon Pack, and now, with the Silvermoon Pack’s thriving overseas territories, the gap widened further.

He desperately needed the Silvermoon Pack’s alliance to expand his own pack’s territory.

The moment he spotted Carson, he rushed over with a fawning smile.

‘Brother, you’re back! It must have been a grueling journey…”

Carson ignored him, his gaze unwavering, and walked past.

Gavin’s forced smile froze.

But Carson paused as he sensed a familiar scent in the distance

–

my scent.

The harsh lines on his face softened, a gentle smile gracing his deep eyes as he spread his arms.

‘Isabella.”

Tears welled in my eyes.

Without hesitation, I ran into his warm embrace, my voice trembling with longing and sorrow.

“Uncle!”

Carson held me close, his large hand gently stroking my back.

His voice was softer than I’d ever heard.

‘I’m here.

From now on, no one will dare bully my Isabella.”

I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent–the scent of my fated mate.

My mind flashed back to that despairing past life.

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A year from now… Andrew, along with my aunt Wendy and her pack, would tear the Silvermoon Pack apart using

the vilest of tactics.

The entire pack’s power would collapse overnight.

Grandpa would succumb to the betrayal and die soon after.

My beloved uncle, unable to endure the ruin of his pack and his mate’s treachery, would end his own life.

My second uncle, Vincent, a brilliant researcher, would arrive from his secluded research only to find the Silvermoon Pack destroyed.

His brother dead, his pack shattered.

From that point onward, he would harbor an intense hatred for the Miller pack–and all of us bearing the Miller name, including me.

Now, feeling my uncle’s embrace and the strong beat of his heart, I whispered to myself: This time will be different.

It’s not too late.

I still have time to change everything.

Aunt Wendy hadn’t yet launched her attack against the Silvermoon Pack

Those tragedies could still be prevented.

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