Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483

Just as Grayson arrived at the Boundary Outpost, the muffled thuds against the reinforced stone wall had finally ceased

The air was thick with dust and the tang of rust, heavily laced with the sharp, metallic scent of blood and the bitter pheromones of a broken she wolf.

Susan lay slumped against the wall, a limp, silent heap. Her aura was a faint, flickering spark, barely detectable even to my heightened senses.

I stood there, my chest heaving, gasping for air. My eyes were still glowing a fierce, predatory amber, and my wolf was pacing frantically behind sssy ribs, her claws metaphorically stained with the essence of my rage. I was unraveling, the hatred threatening to swallow me whole, and in my fury, I knew I was hurting my own Blood–Core too.

Grayson didn’t even spare Susan a glance, walking straight to me.

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms completely around me. My body stiffened for a moment, my hackles still raised.

His familiar warmth and the steady, calming scent of his Alpha pheromones enveloped me like a protective net, pulling me back from the very edge of crumbling apart. In his embrace, my tightly wound muscles slowly began to relax, little by little. The hatred that had been tearing me apart finally found its release, transforming into an unstoppable tremor that shook my entire frame.

‘Isabella,” he murmured, his voice a low, comforting rumble that vibrated against my spine. “That’s enough.”

Grayson’s chin settled against the crown of my head. I buried my face in his chest, my fingers digging into his shirt, holding on for dear life as my finally began to whimper and subside.

He held me tight, turning his back on the mess, and led me out without a backward glance. As he passed the threshold, I watched him toss a command at the Beta guards standing watch.

a cold

wolf

‘Don’t let her die,” he said, his voice devoid of any warmth, sharp as a silver blade. “But don’t let her have it easy

either.”

With those words, he scooped me up, carrying me out of that filthy, chaotic outpost.

Meanwhile,

Caleb went to meet Carson.

His body, still not fully recovered from the strain of his last shift, looked like it had been drained of all life these past few days. His face was terrifyingly

ale, his scent faint and sickly, and his eyes were hollow, sunken deep into their sockets.

Carson waited for him in the territory’s dining hall.

Caleb sat down opposite him. His lips parted, but it was a struggle, only a few raspy words managing to escape his dry, constricted throat.

Uncle Carson. Andrew… he’s not my biological brother, is he?”

Carson’s

He is.”

gaze remained steady, utterly devoid of any pretense of concealment. His Alpha presence was a heavy weight in the room.

ust one word, light as a feather, yet it landed like a wrecking ball, pulverizing every last shred of hope Caleb had secretly clung to. His entire body eeled, and he nearly toppled from his chair.

The brutal truth crashed down: his father was a liar. And his older brother, Andrew? A thief of blood and status. Together, they’d conspired, a ickening pact that had deceived his mother, defrauded their entire clan, and utterly betrayed him.

suffocating wave of pure, sickening absurdity seemed to hit him. He gripped the edge of the obsidian table, knuckles white, struggling to drag air into is lungs. It took a long, agonizing moment for him to find his balance again.

His hands visibly trembled as he fumbled in his bag, pulling out a scroll of documents and pushing it across the table toward Carson.

I know I was wrong.” His voice was thick with bitterness. “This is for Isabella. She’ll need it. Right now… it’s all I can do for her.”

Carson glanced at the document, then met Caleb’s eyes, his voice still frigid. “Isabella won’t take it.”

Caleb’s voice, already bitter, now carried a deeper throb of pain, as if his heart was being clenched tight in a fist. “She deserves this. I’m not asking for er forgiveness. I just want to make her path ahead a little easier.”

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Carson watched him in silence for a long moment before finally reaching for the file. He opened it, scanning the contents gly. A suburia daft flicker of something, crossed his gaze.

“Alright. I’ll take it for Isabella.”

I watched the tension bleed out of Caleb’s shoulders, his whole body slumping as if he’d been holding his breath for bours

“Uncle Carson,” he began again, his voice raw with a desperate plea. “Could you help move Gavin and Andrew to a different heading den if hey may here, I’m afraid…”

He stumbled, the word “Dad” catching in his throat, and settled on a different address. “I’m afraid Gavin and Andrew will come after them?

A cold knot twisted in my stomach. After all, it was Andrew who had put them in that state. It was clear Caleb no longer trusted our so–called Faber.

Uncle Carson didn’t even bat an eye, just gave a calm, almost imperceptible nod.

“Thank you.”

Finally, a faint spark ignited in Caleb’s eyes. He hesitated, then couldn’t help but make one last plea for the brother he was closest to. If Andrew ever regrets it, please, Uncle Carson… help him.”

A cold, humorless laugh tore from Carson’s throat as he heard him, a sharp, cynical sound that felt like the punchline to a dark, twisted joke. Carson’s laugh, cold and sharp, must have grated harshly in the quiet hall. “Only if Alexander actually regrets his choices, he’d stated.

I could picture the bleak, twisted smile that must have appeared on Caleb’s face–a smile uglier than any cry. He must have thought, Right. As if Andrew would ever regret anything.

He was always closest to Emily. Even after he knew she was an illegitimate she–wolf, he still took her side. He was still hurting me. I was his twin, the sister who should have been closest to him, but in his eyes, I seemed like an enemy.

It was then that I knew any lingering hope Caleb had was gone. I could almost feel him harden his heart.

“If he’s truly beyond saving,” Caleb had said, his voice flat, “then don’t bother with him.”

And he was right. Every wolf had to be responsible for their own choices. I imagined Carson just watched him, saying nothing more. He then stood, straightening his leather jacket.

“I’ll make the arrangements,” Carson promised.

Later that night.

A soft, synchronized rhythm of footsteps echoed from the far end of the healing den corridor. Several figures rounded the corner. They wore unassuming black, blending into the shadows, but their movements–precise, controlled, almost predatory–screamed they were anything but ordinary. The leader didn’t even glance back, just flicked a quick, almost imperceptible hand signal to the others trailing him. Two figures immediately detached themselves from the group, appearing with unsettling quiet at Mason’s and Jared’s healing room door.

They didn’t disturb a soul, simply slipping inside the room. I knew Mason was rarely awake, but I imagined he must have heard the commotion. His body was still, and he couldn’t speak. Sean was still unconscious, tubes connected to his body to sustain his Blood–Core.

The people who came in worked with chilling efficiency. Some disconnected the machines, others carefully lifted them onto the waiting gurneys. entire process was eerily silent, shielded by a telepathic dampening field.

The

Just a few minutes later, the two gurneys were silently wheeled out. They moved swiftly down the corridor, and with a precision that chilled me to the bone, every Watcher Ward they passed conveniently swiveled away, only panning back to its original angle after they were long gone.

From there, they slipped into a rarely used staff corridor, a hidden path leading straight to the underground clearing, A black Pack Rover was already waiting, its door sliding open without a sound.

Mason and Sean were quickly loaded inside. The door slid shut. The black van slid into the night, seamlessly merging with the territory’s endless stream of cars, and then it was just gone.

The entire operation unfolded without a single soul in the healing den suspecting a thing. It was as if Mason and Jared had simply vanished, disappearing into thin air.

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Gavin discovered their disappearance the very next day, right after Mason and Jared had been so silently moved. The records showed no trace of any transfer, and as for the Watcher Wards? They just happened to have blind spots during that exact window.

He’d never given a damn about his pups when they were still around, but now that Mason and Jared were gone, his face was a thundercloud. I knew they couldn’t have just vanished into thin air. If anyone could whisk people away without a trace, it had to be Grayson or Carson

No matter who was behind it, I knew this wasn’t good. Not good at all. I could almost hear Gayin’s frantic questions in my head: Why had they moved his pups? Was it to deny him any leverage, to leave him utterly exposed?

With a face darker than thunder, Gavin headed to the Enforcers‘ Stronghold to bail Alexander out.

Alexander was Sunny’s only remaining pup still within Gavin’s grasp. I knew, with chilling certainty, he couldn’t bear to lose Alexander too. It must have taken him a significant amount of effort and influence to get Alexander released.

And Alexander, of course, wore that same defiant, unrepentant look on his face. Gavin, I noticed, looked utterly exasperated, as if Alexander was a constant ache behind his eyes.

It was an open secret, a wound that never quite healed: out of all his pups, Alexander and I, the twins, were the ones he liked the least. The reasons were etched into my memory, a constant reminder of where I stood: He hated me because I was too much like Sunny, and he despised Alexander because, in his cold assessment, his son was the most disobedient, the most utterly useless he–wolf in the lineage.

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