Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482

I leaned against Grayson.

Grayson wrapped his arm around my shoulders, a firm, reassuring squeeze.

The scent of his Alpha pheromones–sandalwood and dry earth–swirled around me.

“I’ll help you find him.”

I gripped Grayson’s sleeve, my knuckles white, and murmured, “Thanks, Gray.”

He nodded, already pulling out his phone to initiate a high–priority search through the Howlnet.

When I got home, Carson wasn’t resting. He was waiting for me in the Great Hall of our den estate.

Seeing me, he waved me over. “Come sit, tell your Uncle what happened.”

His expression was calm, almost unnervingly so, but the white–knuckled clench of his fists and the faint, jagged edge of his aura gave him away. He was anything but.

He seemed to sense my hesitation. “It’s okay. Just tell me. I can handle it.”

I managed a small, triumphant smile, though it felt brittle. “Good news. Susan, terrified of being exposed someday, dumped my older brother–the true heir–in an Rogue–Stray Sanctuary.”

Carson, as head of the Grant Clan, never letting a single ripple show. But the sheer relief, combined with his trust in me, made a genuine smile break through.

It was rare,

He breathed out, “That’s incredible.”

After a moment of shared relief, his amber eyes sharpened. “And… the bad news?”

“No bad news for now. We still need some time to dig into the specifics with the Howlnet archives.”

Carson murmured, “At least the pup didn’t die young. He would have grown up in the sanctuary.” I watched him, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists, trying to convince himself, to convince me.

But even he couldn’t find comfort in those words. In our world, an Alpha pup raised in a sanctuary for strays was a tragedy of its own. My heart ached

for him.

Grayson was incredibly efficient.

Three days later, a detailed report landed in my hands.

The documents confirmed it: my real brother had indeed been abandoned by Susan at an Rogue–Stray Sanctuary in Rivergate all those years ago.

When he was three, a couple of wolves from a minor pack adopted him.

A faint flicker of hope sparked within me as I read that. My wolf perked up her ears, tail twitching with anticipation.

But then I turned the page, and that fragile hope shattered completely!

When he turned six, his adoptive parents unexpectedly had a pup of their own–a boy.

From then on, his life became a living hell.

His adoptive parents subjected him to constant abuse, physically beating him and verbally lashing out, treating him like a punching bag and an unpaid Omega servant.

Finally, on a cold winter night, the young he–wolf vanished without a trace.

Stapled to the very last page of the report was a photograph.

It was an evidence photo, taken by the Pack Enforcers all those years ago, after a neighbor, unable to stand by and watch him get brutalized anymore, had finally called them.

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The photo was yellowed with age, yet the scene it captured remained blindingly vivid.

It showed a small, frail pup, so emaciated he was practically skin and bones.

His face, his arms, his entire body were a sickening mosaic of angry, purple and green bruises.

His eyes were vacant, deadened, like a stagnant pond. There wasn’t a flicker of the childish innocence and vivacity he should have had.

My hands began to tremble, a violent tremor shaking through me. My wolf let out a jagged, mourning howl in the back of my mind, her fur bristling with a lethal instinct to protect.

This face, it was so much like my mother’s and mine!

This was my older brother–the one who should have grown up alongside me, showered with our parents‘ love, destined for a bright future within the Silvermoon Pack. All of it, absolutely ruined by Gavin and Susan!

A towering, volcanic hatred erupted in my chest, making my blood boil with the heat of an impending shift.

The photos burned into my mind. I shot to my feet, the rage still simmering, and slid into the Pack Rover that was already waiting for me outside

“Drive,” my voice squeezed out, raw and tight. “Take me to the Boundary Outpost where Susan is being held.”

Grayson saw the wildness churning in my eyes–the glowing amber of a wolf pushed to her limit. He gripped my hand.

“Isabella, don’t dirty your paws. I’ll do it.”

I shook my head, hard, my gaze falling back to the faded, yellowed photograph. My voice was hoarse, resolute.

“No! I have to do this myself!”

I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t do this with my own hands.

Grayson’s thin lips pressed into a tight line, and I saw a flash of pure murder in his deep, dark eyes.

We arrived at the Outpost, and I kicked open the iron door that held Susan captive.

The loud bang made Susan flinch, her whole body jerking with fright.

She saw me walk in, my face a thundercloud, and the blood drained from her face in an instant. Then, her eyes landed on the photograph in my hand.

The photo was faded and old, worn by the years.

Even with just a glance, I saw her eyes fix on the scrawny little pup in the photo, covered in wounds, his

gaze

hollow and empty.

He was emaciated, his face skeletal, but his eyes… those were undeniably mine.

“No…”

She recoiled instinctively, but the Beta guard behind her held her firmly in place.

I stalked towards her, my steps deliberate, my claws extending slightly with every stride. Then I slapped the photo against her face, hard. ‘Look what you’ve done! You abandoned my brother at that sanctuary. He was abused by his foster parents, and now he’s missing!”

The edge of the photo grazed her cheek, leaving a thin, crimson line.

She stared at the wounded pup in the photo, her eyes wide with terror, her body shaking uncontrollably.

‘I didn’t do this! It was his foster parents… Yes, they were the ones who abused him! It has nothing to do with me!”

“Nothing to do with you?”

I laughed, a harsh, humorless sound, and my hand shot out, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. My wolf was snarling, snapping her jaws at the scent of Susan’s fear.

Susan screamed, the pain in her scalp evident.

*If

you hadn’t swapped him out, would he have lived like this?”

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If you hadn’t abandoned him, would he have been adopted? Would he have gone through any of this?!

“Susan, you’re telling me none of this is your fault? My brother’s out there, his fate unknown, living a life of hardship and wandering, while your bastard son gets to live comfortably as the eldest young master of the Silvermoon Pack? You think that has nothing to do with you?

With every accusation, I slapped her.

The sharp crack echoed, deafening in the empty Outpost.

Her face instantly swelled, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

“You… you dare hit me… When I get out, I’ll tell your dad… Agh!”

My hand swung back, delivering another slap.

Smack!

“That slap was for my dead mom!” I snarled, leaning closer, my eyes flashing with Alpha fire. “You’re gonna run and tell Gavin? You’ll have to make it out of here alive to do that! And I’d only hesitate if I still gave a damn about him. Do you really think I care what any of them think anymore?”

Finally, fear flickered in Susan’s eyes, but it was far too late for that now.

She desperately shook her head, trying to beg for mercy, but her mouth was already so swollen from my slap, she couldn’t utter a single complete word.

This was exactly the effect I wanted. My eyes were bloodshot, the last shred of my sanity snapping completely.

I grabbed Susan’s hair, slamming her head against the wall, over and over again.

Bang!

Each dull thud was met with Susan’s piercing shriek.

“When you and your precious daughter conspired to destroy me, you just stood by and watched, didn’t you? And now you’re telling me it has nothing to do with you? You were probably thrilled, secretly loving every second! You were ecstatic when your daughter dragged Sunny’s daughter through the mud, weren’t you?”

Susan could only shake her head, completely unable to speak.

“You must have loved watching my mother raise your son so devotedly, didn’t you? And you must have been so proud, seeing your son rise by the Grant Clan, soaring to success!”

With every

word I spoke, I slammed Susan’s head hard against the stone wall.

Until Susan’s body went limp, her head drooping, unable to lift it anymore.

Only then did I release my grip, letting Susan slide to the floor like a rag doll, a lifeless heap.

I was gasping for breath, my chest heaving violently.

I looked down at the broken she–wolf on the floor, the one barely conscious, and felt not a single shred of pity.

up, funded

“This is just the beginning. Susan, you and your two wretched children owe me, and you owe my brother. I’m going to make you pay for it with your entire lives! I’ll make you wish the Moon Mother had never granted you a shift!”