Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485

On the mountain ridge road, the dust kicked up by the impact slowly began to settle.

Alexander’s black Race Rover was now a crumpled wreck, its front left side severely mangled and deeply embedded in the stone mountain wall, wisps of white smoke curling from its twisted metal. The shattered windows were spiderwebbed, and the acrid stench of volatile core–fuel hung heavy in

the air,

Then, a ragged cough cough…cough, cough…-shattered the tense silence.

Someone stirred within the mangled vehicle. A moment later, a bloodied hand punched through the spiderwebbed glass, reaching out from the wreckage. Immediately after, Emily clambered out, looking utterly disheveled. Her hair was a wild tangle, her face streaked with dirt and blood, but she seemed remarkably, almost infuriatingly, unscathed.

In the final horrifying moments, Alexander instinctively shielded her with his Alpha body, and Emily, in turn, used him as a human cushion. That’s why she only suffered a few superficial scrapes. Emily, still reeling from the shock, threw a terrified glance back at the mangled Rover, pure dread chilling her to the bone. She scrambled away, desperate to put as much distance as possible between herself and the twisted metal.

“Emily…”

A faint, broken sound called from the driver’s seat. Alexander’s head was slumped against the steering wheel, blood streaming from his forehead, blinding him. His leg was trapped under the steering column, the agony making his vision swim with black spots. My wolf twitched her ears at the sound of his suffering, but she felt no urge to help–only a cold, hollow satisfaction.

He watched Emily’s retreating back and, with what little strength he had left, stretched out his free hand.

“Help… help me…”

Emily heard him. Her steps faltered, and she risked a quick glance over her shoulder. Alexander seized the opportunity, his hand lashing out to snatch at her ankle. A hot, sticky grip. His Alpha blood stained her skin.

“Help me!” he yelled with his last ounce of strength.

Emily flinched as if stung by a silver–tipped scorpion. She quickly looked down, her gaze landing on his blood–soaked hand gripping her expensive new Silvermoon–silk boots. Her face instantly contorted with disgust.

“Let go!” Emily screamed, her other foot lashing out, driving hard into Alexander’s wrist.

The first impact. And again.

His grip shattered, his hand sliding away, limp and useless. I watched him stare at Emily in utter disbelief. She was already dozens of yards away, practically sprinting to safety without a single backward glance, as if she’d just rid herself of something utterly repulsive.

He stood there or rather, remained pinned–staring after her. I knew what he saw: the she–wolf he’d once held so dear, the one he’d protected even if it meant hurting his own twin sister. Now, she was leaving him to the Moon Mother’s judgment.

Drip… drip…

I heard the sound of liquid dripping. I watched Alexander struggle to turn his head. Volatile fuel steadily leaked from the ruptured tank, pooling into a small, dark puddle beneath the Rover. My gaze fell on the deformed chassis, where broken wires sporadically shot out dangerous sparks. The sight alone made my blood run cold, and I could feel Alexander’s panic radiating even from this distance, his scent turning sharp with the smell of a hunted

animal.

His fear was palpable, a frigid tide that seemed to instantly engulf him.

Just then, the roar of an engine grew from a distant hum, drawing closer and closer. My flashy, cherry–blossom pink Race Rover, an elegant phantom, glided silently back, stopping at a safe distance.

The door opened. I stepped out, Grayson right behind me. My face was devoid of expression, my eyes like a frozen lake, calmly observing the farce unfolding before me. My gaze swept past a disheveled Alexander, settling on a still–shaken Emily a short distance away.

“Aren’t you going to save your brother?”

My voice was soft, laced with a faint, almost imperceptible smile, cutting through the silence of the mountain road with unnerving clarity.

“Look,” I said. The Rover… it looks like it’s about to catch fire.”

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At the sound, Alexander, barely clinging to life, jerked his head up. He looked at me, standing there backlit by the distant glow of the waxing mon, like a cold, indifferent Moon Goddess. A desperate, absurd hope blazed in his gold–tinted eyes.

He recognized me. Isabella. His sister. His twin, who’d shared a womb with him! She wouldn’t.. I knew he was thinking. She wouldn’t just leave me to die!

My gaze finally landed on him, locking with his desperate, pleading eyes. There wasn’t a flicker of pity in my wolfs soul, only a desolate, chilling emptiness.

“What?” I tilted my head slightly, a mocking curve playing on my lips. “You hope I’ll save you?”

My words hit him like a bucket of ice water, dousing the tiny flicker of hope that had just appeared in his eyes. He froze. Pure terror and a primal survival instinct ripped a choked, inarticulate scream from his throat.

I’m your older brother! Isabella! We’re twins–fraternal twins! We’ve been together since before we were even born!”

He was trying to use the closest blood bond in the world, the deepest connection, to stir my last shred of conscience. The mockery on my face vanished instantly, replaced by a coldness that pierced straight to my bones.

That’s right.” My voice was low, honed and sharpened by ice. “We were together in Mom’s belly, yes, but how did you treat me?”

[ watched as the realization, heavy and shattering, seemed to detonate behind his eyes. His gaze blurred, the present horror in front of him dissolving as another memory forcibly overlapped with the scene. I remembered that sweltering afternoon in our garage, when he’d been trapped under a heavy ransport vehicle. The lift had given out, the frame pinning him underneath.

Everyone had rushed to his aid then. The vehicle had been leaking fuel, too, with sparks dancing ominously. He’d gotten a psychic ping from Emily. She was crying hysterically via Mental–Link, claiming she’d fallen off her bike, scraped her knee, and was so scared, so in pain.

And then I saw the moment the pieces clicked into place for him. He had abandoned me, left me to burn alive in that garage, all for Emily, who’d merely scraped her knee. The scene was an eerie, perfect mirror. And his choice was agonizingly identical. This time, though, it was his turn to be trapped, to wait for fate’s brutal judgment.

I watched as a profound sense of absurdity and belated regret visibly washed over Alexander, chilling him to the core. He opened his mouth, and his voice came out dry and hoarse, like sandpaper had scraped his throat. He tried to argue, but the sound was barely there.

L…”

That day… you were fine, weren’t you…?”

His words hung in the air, hollow and unconvincing. Even he seemed to realize how utterly weak and pathetic they sounded. I let out a low, humorless coff. I wouldn’t grace him with another word.

Without me even noticing, Grayson had retrieved a red flame–suppressant canister from the Rover and handed it to me. I took the canister, my steps low and deliberate as I approached Emily. I let the heavy cylinder thud carelessly at her feet. It landed with a dull, heavy thud.

Here.”

It’s time for you to save your Alexander, isn’t it?”

Emily yelped, jolting backward as if I’d stomped on her tail, her scream thick with pure terror.

You’re insane!” Her face contorted, pulled taut by pure terror. “The Rover could explode any second! Isabella, you’re trying to kill me!” Emily shrieked.

looked down at her, my gaze unsettlingly calm. My wolf stood tall within me, watching the cowardice of this Beta.

The Rover could catch fire at any moment,” I stated, my voice flat. “Alexander could die at any moment.”

My gaze made her shiver, stripping away all pretense. She scrambled back, hysterically putting more distance between us. She looked at Alexander, rapped in the wreckage, his eyes pleading, filled with a desperate hope directed at her, and blurted out-

Then just let him die!”

Her words, laced with venom, cut through the tension, clear for everyone to hear. The last vestiges of color drained from Alexander’s face. The last flicker of life in his eyes–that fragile spark of hope I’d just seen–was snuffed out entirely. His eyes were fixed on Emily, on the she–wolf he’d fought so hard to protect, the ‘sweet, delicate sister‘ he’d always believed in. And with her own venomous words, she’d just sealed his fate.