Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487

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Alexander clutched his head in agony, his remorse for me warring with a profound lack of understanding, while his Alpha wolf howled a mournful, confused dirge within his mind.

He must have been wondering: I had the power to create those Healing Bio–bots, and I was already out of the Silvermoon Pack’s clutches. Without Emily’s sabotage, why hadn’t that life–saving breakthrough ever seen the light of day?

Then, the scene abruptly shifted.

Under the dazzling spotlight of the Pack Merit Stage, Emily stood, radiant in a high–fashion gown that shimmered like moonlight, her pheromones masked by flawless scent–blockers.

She held a weighty trophy, her smile gentle and perfectly poised, the image of a benevolent Beta.

“Thank you all,” she began, her voice sweet as nectar. “The success of the Healing Bio–bots wouldn’t have been possible without the hard work of every single person on our team…”

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Her acceptance speech, delivered with that saccharine sweetness, echoed through the entire ancestral hall and across the Howlnet.

Emily had sold my research to a rival clan, slapping her own name on my invention.

He became Emily’s first clinical trial patient. My Bio–bots had cured him.

And there he sat, in the audience, impeccably dressed in a suit, healthy and whole, his Alpha aura vibrating with strength. The Silver–Marrow Blight in his brain, long gone.

He was applauding with all his might, beaming with pride and admiration for her, his wolf wagging its tail in his mind.

He’d even forgotten.

I saw him consumed by the memory of me–the she–wolf in the lab coat, working tirelessly, dark circles smudged beneath my eyes, yet with an astonishing light burning in them. I remembered the unwavering conviction in my voice as I’d told him, ‘Fifth Brother, I will save you.‘ It was a memory that tore at him, a past I knew he had to forget to ever find peace.

The scene twisted and tore again, before fading completely.

The bright Pack Merit Hall dissolved, its shimmering reality giving way to the grim, damp confines of the Silvermoon Pack Dungeon. The air was thick, heavy with the stench of mold and something rancid, clinging to everything.

I was there, clad in a filthy uniform, reduced to nothing but skin and bone, my wolf suppressed by silver shackles, huddled in the filthiest corner. While others slept on beds, I lay on the cold, hard stone floor.

While they got hot meals, I was forced to choke down food that had long since gone sour.

Every filthy, backbreaking chore of the pack was dumped on me.

Everyone bullied me, stepped on me, treated me like dirt because I had been cast out.

And Alexander, in this nightmare vision, just stood there outside my cell, his gaze utterly cold, utterly unfeeling, his Alpha presence offering no comfort, only a crushing weight.

I felt myself wasting away, day by day, and watched the light in my own eyes dim, then flicker out entirely. My wolf was a dying ember.

Then I got sick. The Blight. The pain ravaged me, stealing my sleep, night after agonizing night.

was

The

agony save myself.

unbearable. I pleaded with the dungeon guards, sent telepathic pulses, desperate to use the Healing Bio–bots I’d personally developed to

But how did they respond to my pleas?

When my desperate mental link finally connected, I could practically hear the clinking of glasses–a celebration for Emily, no doubt. My voice, my plea, was nothing more than an infuriating interruption. Their impatience was palpable, their reactions sickeningly uniform.

“She’s just faking it again, trying to get sympathy,” one of them sneered through the link.

Then another chimed in, “Unbelievable. She’s really determined to make up any lie just to get out of the pits.”

‘Don’t bother with her.”

And then, they severed the connection.

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My illness worsened with each passing day. Not a single one of them remembered me. My life slowly ebbed away. Finally, I lay on the cold ground, my life draining away, breath by agonizing breath.

I knew Alexander had heard my final whisper, right before everything went dark.

My voice was barely a whisper, a soft breeze, yet it carried a hatred that vowed to incinerate everything.

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The technology I invented… Emily took what was mine, sold it, healed him… yet it couldn’t save my own life… If there’s a next life… I swear, I’ll never create this thing again… I won’t save him!” My voice was a ghost of a whisper, but the fury behind it was a roaring inferno. My wolf let out one last, ragged snarl.

Tll make you all pay… blood for blood…”

No-!” It ripped from my throat, a final, defiant scream against the unfairness, against the Moon Goddess, against everything.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through my consciousness, and I jolted awake from the endless darkness.

Everything from the dream–that agonizing regret–felt like the most vicious curse, branded deep into

I felt the crushing darkness around me begin to recede.

A faint, hazy glow shimmered ahead, the silver light of a waning moon.

Then, with a sudden, jarring clarity, I realized I was awake.

A hazy light. A faint flicker of perception, bleeding through my eyelids.

I was alive.

my

soul.

This wasn’t a joy. The realization plunged me into an even colder abyss, a deeper despair than any death could offer. My wolf bristled, her hackles raised in defensive fury.

I tried to move.

He thrashed, a desperate attempt to sit up, his gaze glued to Isabella, a silent scream of agony twisting his features. What I saw in his eyes was more than just regret it was a profound, wrenching remorse, a realization of something far deeper. His wolf was whimpering, tucking its tail between its legs in submission.

In his eyes, I saw the desperate, unvoiced apology he held for me.

But his body remained frozen, like a plaster statue, completely unresponsive.

Only his eyelids thrashed, trembling uncontrollably.

And then, he heard it.

It wasn’t some hollow echo in his dreams. It was real, a haunting whisper of our final conversation, tinged with an unbearable regret.

I heard a voice, unfamiliar and low. “What a pity,” the man said, his words hitting me like a physical blow. “So young. Even if we manage to save him, with that Blight in his brain, he could end up a vegetable.”

Another voice chimed in, “I heard Fire Clan Pharmaceuticals used to be researching Healing Bio–bots, right? How could they just scrap such a promising project? If that project were still active, maybe he’d still have a chance.”

“You don’t know,” I said, my voice low and sharp as a claw. “That project was canceled right around the time the true Alpha heiress of the Silvermoon Pack was kicked out.”

The young pack healer seemed genuinely interested.

I could almost hear the young healer’s voice, laced with genuine surprise. “Oh? That’s what happened? I thought it was a technical bottleneck! So what then? Once the eldest young lady left, the project completely fell apart?”

The other voice, older and sharper, chimed in, and I could picture the disdain on his face. “The project was actually still going, considering the massive initial investment. But then the Silvermoon Pack’s adopted daughter–no, now she’s their illegitimate Beta daughter–she insisted on starting some cosmetic essence project, claiming it would be a quick moneymaker for the clan. Who knows if that project would even succeed? Just throwing silver away, a complete waste!”

I imagined the older healer sighing, his voice thick with contempt.

“And what happened?” he continued, “They ended up diverting all the research funds for the Healing Bio–bot project. Then, to top it off, that cosmetic venture suffered a serious accident. Can you believe the nerve?”

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I knew those words must have cut deep, piercing Alexander’s ears like silver blades.

And then, I sensed, it all came flooding back to him.

He was reliving those moments, the ones where I had stood my ground, trying to explain my vision for Bio–bots to the Pack Council. But no one

my ideas. believed me. They forbade me from doing it, dismissed

They thought I was just a she–wolf wasting the Silvermoon Pack’s resources, that my project–a project they believed could never succeed–would completely ruin the clan’s standing.

And yet, I was the one who, for my own reasons, relentlessly pushed forward in that lab, alone. I sacrificed countless days and nights, until my eyes became sunken hollows and my body was nothing but skin and bones, my wolf neglected and starving.

Meanwhile, when Emily merely mentioned wanting cosmetic procedures, she had everyone’s unwavering support.

They were the ones who forced me to abandon it, diverting every single resource to the Beta.

And then, that so–called cosmetic project went disastrously wrong.

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They didn’t hesitate, not for a second. They threw me under the bus, forcing me to shoulder every bit of the blame, and let me rot in the Pack Dungeon.

It wasn’t until I fell critically ill and eventually died in that cold, silver–lined cell.

Before I died, I remember whispering, “If I ever get another life, I swear, I’ll never love my pack again.”

It dawned on me then: those unsettling flashes, those visions I’d dismissed as mere dreams? They weren’t dreams. They were agonizing memories, real experiences from my past life.

No wonder my hatred for them had festered so deep, so absolute. My wolf snarled in agreement, her teeth bared at the memory of their betrayal. No wonder I had abandoned the Bio–bot project, the one that could have saved his life.

No wonder I had been so utterly ruthless, so unforgiving toward them.

No wonder I watched him, trapped in that High–Speed Pack Transporter about to ignite, my eyes completely flat, holding nothing but cold, cutting mockery.

Because I remembered, in his past life, he had watched me die in despair with the same chilling indifference. And my decision to leave the Silvermoon Pack so resolutely? I didn’t blame myself for it, not one bit.

With brothers like that, what she–wolf wouldn’t have run for her life, as fast as her

paws

could

carry

her?

Ha! This was their damn karma.

This was my punishment for them!

They deserved to die.

I could almost feel Alexander, lost in that boundless dark, wrestling with those four words, the same ones that had just echoed in my own mind: they deserved to die.‘ He must have been chewing on them with every fiber of his being, his inner wolf whimpering in the shadow of his sins.

And they did. They all deserved to die.