Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486

“Then let him die!”

Emily’s cruel words seemed to reverberate in Alexander’s ears, sharper than a silver blade.

He stared at Emily, his eyes locked on her, a profound disbelief etched across his face as if he couldn’t grasp that his favored Beta sister had uttered those words. My wolf tilted her head, watching the bond between them crumble into ash. It was a cold, satisfying sight.

I walked closer, one deliberate step after another, stopping just a short distance from the mangled Race Rover. I looked down at him, my gaze unwavering. My face, so eerily similar to his, was a blank slate, betraying no hint of emotion.

“Do you regret it?”

The question hung heavy in the air, and I could feel him grappling with it internally: Regret?

watched his jaw work, his gaze lost somewhere beyond me. He wanted to say he regretted it. But when he opened his mouth, only a choked gurgle, thick with bloody foam, escaped his throat. I saw it then, flashing before my eyes: the overwhelming loss of Alpha–blood making his vision swim, the searing pain and suffocating sensation stealing every last ounce of his lupine strength.

He desperately tried to form words, perhaps “regret,” but his throat offered nothing but a wet, rattling gasp.

Then, with a terrifying whoosh, a massive boom ripped through the air as flames erupted from the Rover’s hood. The fire licked hungrily at the twisted metal, spitting and crackling furiously. Blistering heat rolled off the vehicle, washing over me in suffocating waves; the intensity was enough to make my wolf growl, her fur prickling with phantom burns.

But I just watched, silent. The firelight flickered in my cold pupils, dancing, yet utterly devoid of warmth. The thick smoke seared his lungs, and Alexander’s vision went black. He lost consciousness completely, his inner wolf falling into a forced hibernation.

He thought he was dead. But then, he had a dream. In it, a clean, brightly lit High Healer’s Sanctum appeared before him.

I saw the sanctuary, a place he knew all too well, three months prior, right after his lunar check–up. A Healer in a white tunic sat across from Alexander, holding up a Spirit–Scan and examining it carefully against the moonlight. The Healer’s brows were tightly furrowed.

“Mr. Miller.” The Healer lowered the scan, his expression grave, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, knowing what was coming. “You have a malignant growth coiling around your brain’s shifting–nerves. It doesn’t look good. It’s likely a Malignant Blood–Shadow,”

The Healer pointed to the ominous shadow on the scan, his voice dropping even lower. “It’s in a terrible spot, already compressing your central nervous system

and your shifting triggers. The ritual risks are astronomical, and the success rate of a Blood–Core stabilization is incredibly low. We strongly advise against the intervention.”

He lowered the scan, his face etched with a grim finality. “When would you be available to have the Pack Council or family come in to discuss the specific treatment plan?”

I pictured Alexander, alone on that cold stone bench, sitting for what felt like an eternity. He took out his Mental–Link Relay and made several pings, though I knew none of them would bring him comfort. I knew he made those calls, reaching out to his family. But all he heard were his brothers and his father, their voices hushed and solely focused on soothing Emily. There was no space for his troubles, no ear for his words. They just… severed the

link.

I knew there was a moment he desperately wanted to forget, a memory that, in his sleep, I imagined would rip open the old wound again, raw and brutal. I could almost picture him trying to force a smile, a grimace so tortured it would look far worse than any tears. And deep down, I couldn’t help but wonder if he saw it as karma, a twisted punishment for all the times he’d tormented me.

But just then, the memory jolted, shifting to a

different scene.

I rushed over, throwing my arms around him from behind, holding on tight. “Alex, don’t you worry. I won’t let you die! I’ll figure something out, I promise I’ll save you!”

I watched the long corridor twist and disappear, the scene dissolving into fragments. Then, as the image fractured further, a new scene materialized in my mind, vivid and sharp: the Fire Pharmaceuticals Alchemy Lab. And there, working feverishly, was me.

I wore my lab coat, alarmingly gaunt, my face paper–white, with deep shadows beneath my eyes. Yet my eyes–they blazed wjch A holographic Howlnet screen hovered before me, my fingers a blur as they flew across its surface. Under the microscope, I

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Nano–Lupine Healers.

Mere

I pushed the assembled components into the white test–wolf’s body, watching as the Nano–constructs began to work inside its brain. A sharp pang, like a cruel silver stab, went through Alexander’s chest. I could feel the profound ache of it.

I could feel Alexander’s dawning realization: I was saving his life. Not sleeping, not resting, pushing myself to the brink of a forced shift, fighting desperately to save him. I poured every ounce of my being into the task, a desperate prayer in my heart that a warmth he hadn’t felt in ages was finally stirring within him.

Then, the lab door suddenly swung open. Emily walked in, looking stunningly put–together, completely out of place in the sterile environment. I must have been utterly exhausted because, moments later, I collapsed by the experimental bench, fast asleep.

Even in my deep sleep, a jarring sense of wrongness ripped through me. I didn’t see it clearly, but I knew: Emily moved to the bench, lifted the box containing the Nano–Lupine Healers, and then, with a chilling efficiency, copied all the alchemical data from the computer.

Emily finished whatever she was doing, then turned and smiled at me as I slept. “Isabella, you’ve been working so hard. I found a buyer from a rival pack for this, and the price is really high in Moonstones. Our parents are strapped for cash right now, so this will really help them out of a bind.”

I was jolted awake. The moment I looked up, I saw Emily rummaging through my things, and my eyes instantly burned red with fury. My wolf bared her teeth in my mind.

“What are you doing, Emily?!” I screamed, my voice raw and desperate. “Those are for saving Fifth Brother’s life!”

I lunged for it, fueled by a desperate urgency, and in my haste, I crashed straight into Emily, sending her sprawling to the floor. It was in that exact moment, amidst the chaos, that another “he” appeared–the Alexander from my dreams, walking in from outside.

The moment Emily spotted him, her entire composure dissolved. Her face crumpled, her eyes instantly welled with red, and she let out a submissive

whine.

“Sister,” she whimpered, her voice thick with fake tears, “I just wanted to help shoulder some of the clan’s burdens…. I know I’m only an adepted Beta, not like you…”

The other Alexander–the one from my dream–saw Emily’s tears and rushed forward. He shoved me aside with such Alpha force I stumbled, his eyes brimming with tender concern as he pulled her protectively behind him.

“Alexander, you have to believe me!” I cried out, my voice raw with desperation. “I didn’t do anything! She got her hands on my newly developed Nano–Lupine Healers, the ones that could have cured you! Emily sold them, Alexander! For money!”

But he the one I was pleading with–only frowned, a clear wave of impatience washing over his features. He wasn’t listening. His wolf was blinded by

the Beta’s scent.

That’s enough, Isabella! Why do you always have to pick on her? You’re a complete liar! A spoiled, useless brat like you? You think you can develop Nano–Alchemicals? Her brother saved your life, and you still have to compete with her for everything?”

‘No! Five, I didn’t…” My voice cracked, thick with tears.

‘I said, enough!”

His furious rage, like an untamed beast, surged through him, instantly shattering the dam of his reason. He raised his hand and shoved me hard.

watched Alexander’s eyes, moments ago blazing with fury, suddenly snap wide with raw horror as they fixed on his own hand. It was as if he couldn’t >elieve what he’d just done to me, the person he shared a womb with.

was already incredibly fragile, my Blood–Core utterly exhausted from weeks of relentless work. I stumbled backward, my body losing all quilibrium, and my lower back slammed hard against the sharp metal edge of the lab table behind me.

THUD!

A dull, sickening sound that reverberated through my bones. I slowly slid down to the floor. A horrifying splash of crimson rapidly bloomed across the pristine white lab coat. My wolf let out a high–pitched, agonizing yelp.

No-!

Alexander’s mouth opened in a silent, agonizing roar. A frantic surge of terror consumed me, an overwhelming urge to reach out, to stop the bleeding wound that was tearing through me. I desperately wanted to pull myself up, to find comfort in an embrace, to somehow staunch the flow.

But it was as if my own hands were useless, my efforts phantom–like, passing right through the horrifying reality. I couldn’t touch anything, couldn’t

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affect anything. I was just a ghost trapped in that agonizing memory, forced to witness the irreversible horror unfolding–a crime committed not by

but against me.

me,

A gut–wrenching, soul–deep agony instantly ripped me apart. It wasn’t just physical pain. Not physical pain. Instead, I felt the reverberations of a regret so boundless, so utterly soul–crushing, that it threatened to tear me apart.

The illusion before my eyes began to crumble. The lab, Emily’s tear–streaked face, my own body collapsing in a pool of blood… everything shattered into fragments, dissolving into the suffocating darkness of the Full Moon Curse.

In the crushing darkness, I saw him, utterly alone, grappling with the nightmare of his malignancy. Without the Nano–Lupine Healers, the shadow pressed against his nerves, forcing him into impulsive, destructive actions. Every wrong he’d ever inflicted upon me played out before him, a relentless loop of regret on the Howlnet of his soul.

I watched him clutch his head, his silent apologies echoing endlessly. In that nightmare, he once had a chance at salvation. But he severed that blood bond lifeline with his own hands, then shoved me straight into hell.

In reality, he was alone, without the Nano–Lupine Healers I had developed for him, burning in the wreckage of his own making.

Knowing our single dads were craving intimacy after too long alone, my best friend and I hatched a plan. During our wilderness rafting trip, we’d “swap” dads, reminding them of youthful passion and chasing away their loneliness…

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