Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 488

Chapter 488

A sterile quiet hung in the healer’s sanctuary, punctuated solely by the rhythmic beep–beep of the pulse–resonance monitor.

The holographic wall hummed, its icy blue light falling across Alexander’s already pale face, painting him with a deathly pallor as he lay on the recovery

furs.

He just lay there, motionless, like a wax figure drained of its soul.

Only the frantic fluttering of his eyelids betrayed the lucidity and terror trapped within his paralyzed Alpha body–his wolf was a prisoner in a cage of stagnant flesh.

On the telepathic projection of the Howlnet, the clan news anchor’s voice was crisp and clear.

“Fire–Packs Biotech, my company, held a gathering of elders this morning, officially announcing the relaunch of the Healing Bio–bot‘ research and development project.”

I knew every word must have pierced Alexander’s ears like a silver needle.

The screen cut to the press conference, where flashbulbs erupted around me like a blinding white sea.

And I stood right in the center of it.

I was wearing a sharp white ritual suit, my hair pulled back severely, revealing a clear forehead and my cool, distant gaze.

On my face, a stark mirror of his own, I allowed not a single flicker of emotion to show.

I was utterly calm.

Calmly announcing an event that would change the werewolf world.

“Fire–Packs Biotech will commit all its resources to the research and development of Healing Bio–bots. Our objective is to conquer the

Silver–Marrow Blight and core tumors that were once considered terminal sentences for our kind.”

My words, broadcast through the sanctuary’s speakers, echoed through the silent, dead–still room.

I knew, even from the flat screen, that my words must have hit Alexander like a frost–bitten claw to his very core.

He’d realize I was true to my word. I wasn’t going to save him.

I’d only restarted the project once his condition was truly beyond the reach of the Moon Goddess’s mercy.

And perhaps,

I imagined him thinking,

I don’t deserve a sister this good.

On stage, after I finished speaking, my gaze swept over the audience, landing on a spot in the front row.

Grayson and Carson were sitting there.

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In my past life, this stage, this glory–it was all supposed to belong to Emily.

Now, I’d taken it back. With my own two hands.

After the press conference, Grayson threw a celebration for me.

The pack’s great hall was a blur of high–ranking wolves, the air thick with the murmur of telepathic whispers and the steady clink of glasses. It was oud, a bit much for my heightened senses.

I moved through the crowd, a flute of sparking nectar in my hand, fielding congratulations and subtle pheromonal probes from the Alphas approaching me.

Just then, I felt a gaze.

It was intense, cutting through the throng and landing squarely on me, smelling of mountain air and ancient parchment.

I instinctively looked up.

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Across the room, a man raised his glass to me.

He wore a dark gray suit of ritual silk, stood ramrod straight, and his demeanor seemed gentle.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling of an uncanny familiarity about him; my wolf tilted her head, sniffing the air with a confused whine

“Isabella, what are you looking at?”

Carson followed my gaze, his eyes landing on the man.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as his own Alpha instincts flared.

“Who is that?”

Carson, too, seemed to find him familiar, and I sensed an urge in him to go over and greet him.

Before Carson could even finish the question, the man was already cutting through the crowd, heading straight for us.

He stopped in front of us, a mild smile on his face.

“Hello, Ms. Isabella.”

His voice was captivating, like the clear, cool rush of spring snowmelt over stones.

I snapped back to attention, assuming he was about to bring up that project outsourcing issue again.

“I’m sorry, but Grayson’s company doesn’t outsource its projects. It’s a matter of pack principle. No matter how many times you ask, my answer will always be no.”

I cut him off, my voice firm, trying to preempt whatever he was about to say.

The man paused, his expression momentarily blank, then

“Miss Isabella, you misunderstand.”

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slow smile curved his lips.

He swirled the nectar in his hand, the liquid catching the light, sending beautiful ripples across its surface.

Then he raised his glass to me.

“Congratulations. Your announcement today was a huge success.”

Hearing him say congratulations, a peculiar joy blossomed in my chest.

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It was nothing like the hollow compliments of strangers. This felt profoundly different, deeply comforting. It was like receiving the genuine praise I’d always yearned for from an older brother of my own blood.

He continued, “I’m very interested in your Healing Bio–bots. Would I have the honor of joining in?”

I realized I actually didn’t want to refuse him.

Just as I was about to speak, a figure suddenly stepped in front of me.

Before I knew it, Grayson was there, his tall Alpha frame radiating an unspoken, crushing pressure.

He reached out and wrapped a possessive arm around my waist, drawing me into his side, marking me with his scent of dark cedar and rain

“Fire–Packs Biotech doesn’t lack investors,” Grayson’s voice was ice–cold, his gaze, fixed on Miles Ashcroft, laced with predatory wariness. Because Fire–Packs has me behind it.”

He never even tried to interfere with Fire–Packs Biotech himself; he’d always insisted it was mine alone.

Miles’s smile didn’t waver, as if Grayson’s dominant Alpha presence didn’t affect him at all.

He merely glanced at Grayson’s hand still resting on my waist. “What a shame,” he said.

He shrugged, gave us a brief nod, then turned and walked away.

He left decisively, not dragging his feet in the slightest.

But my gaze couldn’t help but follow his retreating figure.

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That familiar feeling intensified, growing stronger and stronger until it was impossible to ignore.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my chin.

Grayson’s fingers closed around my jaw, yanking my head to face him.

His dark eyes seemed to churn with an unseen current, something dangerous and possessive simmering beneath the surface.

“You’re interested in him?”

I frowned, slapping his hand away from my chin.

“No,” I said, a strange sensation prickling beneath my skin.

“He just feels… familiar.”

“I feel it too.”

Carson’s voice chimed in from beside me.

He was also staring in the direction Miles had left. “He really does feel familiar,” Carson agreed, his voice thoughtful. Like I’ve known him for ages. he belongs to our lineage.”

Carson’s words resonated deep inside me, like a pebble dropped into a calm pond, sending out widening ripples.

I exchanged a look with my uncle.

A thought, both absurd and incredibly tempting, simultaneously bloomed in both our minds.

I heard myself say, my voice barely a whisper.

“Could he be… my Big Brother?”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I laughed, shaking my head as if scoffing at my own ridiculous idea.

How could it possibly be such a coincidence?

I couldn’t let my constant longing for my lost brother to be alive make me see his ghost in every stranger.

That hope was too heavy, too impossibly distant.

But Carson’s expression suddenly turned serious.

He stared at me intently, saying slowly and deliberately, “Go get a Blood–Lineage Ritual. It’s better to test once too many than to miss this chance.” My uncle’s tone left no room for discussion.

My heart gave a sudden, hard jolt.

He was right.

The main thing was, Carson and I both felt this profound familiarity with his aura.

That double intuition made it impossible for me to dismiss it as just a trick of the mind.

I pulled the simply designed card from my clutch, my fingertips tracing the gilded characters of “Miles“.

I dialed the number listed on it.

On the other end of the line, Miles’s voice was still warm and pleasant, carrying a hint of a smile.

I needed an excuse, a reason to see him again. The investment project we’d briefly discussed–I told him I wanted to reconsider it, to meet the next day and talk through the details.

He agreed, without a moment’s hesitation.

The next day, I found myself waiting for him at an elegant private restaurant within the pack’s neutral territory.

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Miles arrived, and after we exchanged a few pleasantries by the entrance, the door swung open again.

And then Chloe walked in, a man beside her. His aura was brazen, his eyes holding a defiant, untamed glint that screamed of the wilder, rogue–a

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packs.

I was caught off guard, and glancing at Chloe, I could tell she was just as surprised.

“Isabella? What a coincidence,” Chloe said, addressing me first.

She introduced the man by her side. “This is Jaxon Reed, from the Reed Pack in the Crescent Moon Territory.”

I raised my hand, just about to introduce Miles.

“Miles!” Chloe interjected, her voice ringing out before I could speak.