Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 496

Chapter 496

On the unmade bed, two figures were tangled intimately together.

I could almost taste the bile rising in Andrew’s throat as his face went utterly slack, blanching to that sickly, mottled green. His wolf, a prideful Alpha spirit, was pacing frantically behind his ribs, its hackles raised and a lethal, low–frequency growl vibrating in his chest.

Every drop of blood, I knew, must have surged to his head, a violent flush of fury, yet his limbs simultaneously went rigid, cold with shock. The pheromones in the room were a toxic soup of musk and betrayal.

The bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, and I could hear the ragged gasps and a she–wolf’s unrestrained laughter spilling out. Each sound, each syllable, seemed to pierce the air, and I could almost feel them striking Andrew, sharp and agonizing, like silver–coated needles driving straight into his ears, tearing through his composure.

He moved, stiff and unnatural, to the bedroom door, then shoved it open.

Waves of his towering Alpha rage and raw humiliation radiated from him, an invisible volcano erupting in his chest. His wolf screamed for blood, claws itching to shred the skin of the interloper who dared scent his future mate.

For a split second, I saw it in his eyes–the primal urge to lunge inside, drag the he–wolf off the bed, and beat him to death as the Ancient Wolf Laws allowed for such a transgression.

I imagined him wanting to grab Julia by the throat, to demand an answer for why she would violate the sanctity of their upcoming blood bond.

His fists were clenched so tight, veins bulging on his hands, his nails digging deep into his palms, almost to the point of drawing blood.

But just as he lifted his foot, I saw a flicker in his eyes, as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head, dousing the flames of his wolf’s fury with a sudden, chilling clarity.

I knew Julia was backed by the formidable Smith Pack.

And I understood, with a sickening clarity, that becoming the Smith Pack’s son–in–law was his only path to seizing control of the Miller Pack, surpassing Grayson, and taking that crucial step towards the pinnacle of the hierarchy.

If he charged in now, I knew, everything he’d worked for would crumble. The Smith Pack would never let a disgraced Alpha lead them.

I watched as the harsh reality dawned on him: every ounce of his carefully cultivated patience, every meticulous plan he’d painstakingly woven, was threatening to unravel and dissolve into thin air.

Andrew clenched his jaw, and I swear I could hear his molars grinding together, a harsh, grating sound that ripped through the oppressive silence of the hallway.

He was capable of immense endurance, I knew that.

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He would tolerate anything, even the scent of another male on his mate, to secure a victory. His ambition was absolute.

Slowly, as if in a trance, I watched him withdraw the foot he’d already stepped forward.

It looked like it cost him every ounce of strength he possessed, a monumental effort that left his inner wolf whimpering in shame.

Then he turned, his back ramrod straight, a defiant sentinel refusing to be bowed, like an ancient cypress in a storm.

I knew he walked out of that villa, step by agonizing step, carrying the crushing humiliation I’d inflicted by setting this match. He never looked back. The decadent sounds echoing behind him–I knew they would forever be a brand, a deep scar on his soul.

Five days later, in the Kyoto Clan Lands.

Julia and Andrew’s blood bond ceremony was set to take place at a hotel within the neutral territory.

The lawn was meticulously manicured, floral arches cascaded everywhere, and golden mead flowed in champagne towers, glittering in the sunlight The floral arrangements looked decent enough, but I could tell the ceremony itself was a rushed affair. Everything about it felt cheap asul simple, completely unworthy of the Smith Pack’s eldest daughter.

But Grayson, the one who’d organized the whole thing using the Miller Pack’s resources, clearly couldn’t care less. And truthfully, I figured, she deserved nothing more than this rushed, cheap affair.

The hall was packed with guests from various packs, and even they were whispering over the mind–link about how mismatched this ceremony was for

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he Smith Pack’s eldest daughter.

When Grayson and I finally made our entrance, it still caused quite a stir.

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He was clad in a custom–tailored suit that barely contained his powerful Alpha frame, his posture perfectly straight, that usual arrogant and untamed ook in his eyes. It was as if this wasn’t his sister’s ceremony at all, but his own goddamn arena.

walked beside him in a simple black gown, my expression deliberately neutral and distant. My cool, detached demeanor felt completely out of place midst the buzzing crowd. My wolf sat tall, her tail curled neatly around her paws, watching the farce with detached amusement.

had absolutely zero interest in this blood bond. I was just here for the show.

With a jolt of curiosity, I scanned the room, my gaze quickly landing on a round table on the opposite side of the stage, the one closest to it.

That table was packed with young he–wolves, each one impeccably dressed, undeniably handsome. But their smiles were forced, brittle.

Yet, their eyes held a storm of sullenness, gloom, resentment, and bitterness.

And then I spotted Jaxon, unmistakable among them, his scent sour with suppressed envy.

cocked my head, gesturing towards the table. “What’s up with that table?”

Grayson followed my gaze, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

What do you mean, ‘what’s up?“”

They all look pretty pissed off. Like their fated mates just rejected them.”

Suddenly, a thought clicked, and a flicker of surprise crossed my face.

Then, a grin spread across my face, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are all these guys… Julia’s exes?”

Grayson’s smile deepened. He nodded slowly, meaningfully.

Mhm.”

My eyes widened.

looked at Grayson, and it suddenly hit me: this Alpha truly took cruelty to a whole new level.

Gathering all the bride’s past lovers at one table–that was beyond entertaining!

Bro, you’re wicked clever,” I told him.

This wasn’t just a slap in Andrew’s face anymore; this was grinding his Alpha pride into the dirt, over and over again!

And I loved it.

Then, the traditional bonding march began to play, its melody soaring.

Guests began to settle into their seats, the chatter dying down.

The emcee, a Beta with a booming voice, walked onto the main stage and delivered a grand opening speech.

With all eyes on her, Julia, dressed in her white gown, walked slowly down the red carpet, her arm linked with a distant Elder from the Smith Pack.

There wasn’t a trace of joy on her face, only pure, simmering fury.

“Now, let’s give a warm round of applause for our groom, Alpha Andrew Miller!”

The emcee’s voice rang out, high–pitched and joyful.

Music and applause erupted, echoing through the entire estate.

Yet, at the other end of the lavish red carpet, only emptiness stretched out.

No groom.

The fervent sounds of the crowd’s anticipation slowly grew sparse, fading into a strained quiet. And the low thrum of music that had been playing in the background suddenly felt painfully awkward, a mocking soundtrack to a falled union.

Here, in the opulent ballroom, guests started exchanging nervous whispers through the Howlnet.

The host’s practiced smile had stiffened, then crumbled into an awkward grimace. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain control, and reperated himself, but the words were lost in the rising tide of murmurs around me.

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“And now, with another round of enthusiastic applause, let’s welcome the groom, Alpha Andrew Miller!”

Still no one.

I watched as Julia’s smile finally fractured.

I could see her knuckles, clutching the bouquet of wolfsbane and lilies, turning stark white from the strain.

‘Where’s Andrew?”

Her voice dropped to a near whisper, the question barely escaping her clenched teeth.

The bridesmaid standing beside her visibly paled, her head shaking with a nervous tremble.

‘I… I don’t know,” she stammered. “He was just in the dressing room…”

Just as the atmosphere in the hall plummeted to an icy stillness, the massive obsidian display behind the main stage flickered.

The images of the couple from their pre–bond shoot, which had been cycling on a loop, instantly vanished, replaced by an unsettling darkness. A second later, the screen flickered back to life.

But what flickered onto the screen wasn’t any romantic capture.

Instead, a series of shaky, clearly candid memory–shards began to play.

They showed dim hotel rooms, messy villa bedrooms, even the cramped back seat of a transport…

The she–wolf in every frame was always the same: Julia, the bride standing on stage now, still in her wedding dress.

But the he–wolf? He kept changing. A different face in every clip.

And a few of those faces, I recognized instantly–they were the guys from the “ex–boyfriend table.”

axon’s face appeared the most frequently, his scenes unnervingly clear.

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The video played in silence, yet the tangled limbs and shockingly explicit acts on screen screamed louder than any howl could have. Her wolf let out a harp, mocking yip at the sheer scandal of it.

The entire manor fell into an instantaneous, chilling silence.

Then, the next second, chaos erupted.

Gasps, sharp intakes of breath, and unabashed whispers from the guests merged into a deafening tidal wave of sound.

Oh my Goddess, what is this?”

The bride… she’s quite the player, isn’t she?”

Is this why the groom just bolted?”

This is an utter disgrace! How could the Miller Pack’s heir ever tolerate something like this?!”

Turn it off! Turn it off!”

ulia’s shriek, gut–wrenching and raw, sliced through the rising chatter.

watched as Julia hurled her bouquet at the screen, a she–wolf possessed. Her eyes were flashing amber, her canine teeth beginning to lengthen in her

age.

Just turn it off!*

I saw staff members scramble towards the control console, frantically fumbling with the buttons. But it was like the obsidian display itself was cursed, refusing to respond. The memory–shards just played on, looping relentlessly, a cruel, endless cycle.

Julia’s face was chalk–white, her perfect makeup streaked and ruined by the torrent of her tears.

I watched her standing there, trapped on the main stage, the spotlight a cruel trap. Every eye was on her, and I could practically feel the weight of their scrutiny, the mockery, the sheer contempt

In that moment, she wasn’t the untouchable Miss Smith, the pampered daughter of the wealthy Smith Pack She was nothing more than a complere and utter joke, a spectacle for everyone to gawk at

I saw her eyes, bloodshot and burning with furious intensity, scour the crowd below before finally fixating on the security captain

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Find Andrew?

Her voice was venomous and wild

Drag him back here! Even if you have to shift and carry him get him back”

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