Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 472

Chapter472.

Carson’s chest heaved like a caged beast, his grip on his comm–stone so tight it threatened to shatter.

His wolf snarled within, a primal rage barely contained.

My words, though, slowly calmed the storm within his powerful frame.

Yes.

He couldn’t lose control now.

What if… what if that pup was still alive?

No matter where that pup ended up, he had to uncover the truth..

Just then, his comm–stone vibrated.

The display flashed a name he longed to rip apart Andrew.

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Carson’s knuckles turned white, veins bulging on his hand.

My heart pounded, my eyes glued to my uncle, terrified he’d snap.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the burning hatred and pain were locked away, replaced by the cold, furious authority of the Silvermoon Pack Alpha.

He answered the call.

The moment the connection formed, Andrew’s urgent voice flooded his senses.

‘Uncle, let me explain…”

‘Explain?” Carson sneered, his voice like glacial ice.

‘Explain how you, as an older brother, could stand by and watch an illegitimate pup move into your den and bully your own sister!”

Andrew was clearly startled, pausing before replying.

‘Uncle, I know you’re angry, but it’s Father’s fault.

Emily… she’s innocent too.

She grew up outside the pack, she’s had a rough life.”

‘Rough?” Carson let out a short, derisive laugh, full of undisguised scorn.

His wolf growled, a low rumble in his chest.

‘Rough? What about my

Isabella?”

His voice rose, anger flaring.

“My sister’s beloved pup deserves to be bullied by an illegitimate pup? To be trampled underfoot by all of you? Andrew, figure out who your real sister is!”

“I didn’t…” Andrew tried to defend himself.

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“You didn’t? You helped that little stray, forced Isabella out of her own den, and you call that nothing?” Carson’s words were rapid–fire, giving Andrew no chance to breathe.

His wolf’s frustration vibrated through him.

“Emily is your sister, but Isabella isn’t? Did you consider Isabella’s feelings when you brought her home? Did you

think about Mother?!”

Andrew fell silent.

He had nothing to say, because Carson spoke only truth.

That’s exactly what Carson wanted.

He needed Andrew to believe his anger stemmed from favoritism, not from his deeper knowledge.

This way, Andrew wouldn’t suspect.

“Uncle…” After a long pause, Andrew finally spoke, his voice dry and weak.

“I…”

“Enough,” Carson impatiently interrupted.

“If you can’t even understand this much, don’t call me uncle! I, Carson, don’t have such a dull–witted nephew.”

With that, he abruptly ended the call.

The moment the pretense dropped, the pain and despair crashed back.

His tall frame shook, and he collapsed onto the couch, utterly drained.

His wolf whimpered softly within.

“That whole family… they’re not worth a damn,” he muttered, referring to the entire Silvermoon Pack.

I watched his suffering, silent, quietly kneeling to gather the shattered pieces of the broken comm–stone.

Carson’s eyes fell upon my slender back, watching me as I cleaned, a familiar sight.

His heart ached, a deep physical pain mirroring the emotional turmoil within.

His wolf sensed my presence, a calming influence amidst the storm.