Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 499

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Carson’s face was still livid, and I could almost feel the Alpha aura radiating off him, simmering just beneath the surface like a storm about to break over the Silver–Coast.

Lola,‘ he said, his voice tight, vibrating with a low growl. “Who taught you to be so rude?”

I understood the weight on his shoulders. His sister–wolf was gone, her sons were a constant disappointment to the lineage, and Miles still refused to acknowledge the Grant family’s blood–rights. It felt like, in his mind, I was the only daughter–wolf he had left to protect the pack’s future.

I watched his face contort with anger, the sting of Lola’s words palpable even from where I stood, hitting my senses like a foul pheromone.

Lola, apologize to your sister–wolf, Isabella, right now!”

Lola’s face went white, her lips jutting out in a pout as tears welled in her eyes. She glared at Carson, her eyes burning with a defiance and resentment that made my wolfs hackles rise.

Carson, though, seemed to miss the predatory glint in her gaze, perhaps unwilling to believe such malice could come from a young she–wolf of his ɔwn kin.

But I saw right through her, saw the ugly thoughts she was trying to hide behind a masked scent. A cold laugh twisted inside my chest. That little she–wolf was a natural actress, that arrogant air she had just moments ago melting into a sweet, innocent pup facade.

In my past life, before my rebirth, it was Wendy and her, along with Gavin, who together devoured the Grant family’s territory and essence!

Uncle, it’s okay.”

My voice came out calm, almost too calm, with a faint, knowing smile. My wolf sat poised, watching for the slightest shift in the air.

I don’t bother arguing with pups.”

The words had barely left my mouth when Lola’s face tightened, her scent souring even further into something bitter. She practically vibrated with indignation. How dare I dismiss her as a mere pup?

Her jaw tightened, her eyes flashing with fury. I knew she was bristling at being called a ‘pup‘ when she was almost nineteen cycles old, and I was only a few years older myself.

What do you mean?”

Her eyes were already red, her voice trembling, thick with unshed tears that smelled of manipulation.

Father–wolf, she just got here and she’s already being all sarcastic with me!”

I saw Carson’s brow furrow almost imperceptibly at the way she addressed him, using a title of such intimate blood–bond.

I simply raised an eyebrow, a faint, knowing smile curving my lips as I met her furious gaze.

‘Oh, really? Did I say something wrong? Who was just complaining about everything ‘back home‘ in this territory, about this and that? Who called me a poor relative‘ and told me to know my place and leave the den? Who really started this howling?”

Father–wolf! Lola wailed, her face turning chalky white as she put on a pitiful act.

Carson’s voice was firm as he addressed her. “Lola, your parents are alive and well in their own pack. It’s not appropriate for you to statt calling your

aunt–wolf and me ‘Mother and Father.”

He said it so solemnly, so definitively, and I understood immediately. It was a clear, if polite, refusal of her bid to be recognized as part of the Grant inner bloodline.

Her eyes reddened instantly, and she bit down on her bottom lip, big, dramatic tears already streaming down her face.

“Father–wolf, do you… do you hate Lola now? Is it because of Isabella?”

The hatred seething inside her was almost visible, aimed squarely at me and Carson. Did he seriously think she wanted to call him Father? To her, it was simply a status she felt he owed her.

The way she saw it, the pack owed her this. If her sire hadn’t stepped aside, clearing the path for him and Aunt Wendy, they w they certainly wouldn’t have had a son as brilliant as Evan.

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Just then, I heard a flurry of hurried footsteps pounding from inside the stone den.

“What’s going on? Why is Lola crying?”

Wendy rushed out, and the moment her eyes landed on Lola’s tear–streaked face, she immediately pulled her into a comforting hug, her own scent twisting with concern.

“Shhh, sweetie, don’t cry,” Wendy soothed. Tell Mother–wolf, who bullied you?”

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Lola immediately buried herself in Wendy’s embrace, her sobs intensifying. I watched her, a familiar knot tightening in my stomach as my wolf let out a low, warning huff.

‘Mother… no, it’s my fault,” Lola choked out, pulling away just enough to look at Wendy with tear–filled eyes. “My sister–wolf didn’t bully me.” The words were delivered with a practiced fragility that made my jaw clench.

Wendy’s face, which had been so doting, instantly hardened, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Lola.

But before Wendy could unleash whatever she was about to howl, Carson’s voice cut through the air, sharp and clear. “Didn’t we agree not to formally initiate the adoption ritual for Lola?” he asked, his gaze fixed on Wendy. “Why is she still calling us Mother and Father?” I felt a small, unexpected jolt in the pack–link.

Wendy fell silent.

I knew the secret–Lola was Wendy’s daughter with her first fated–mate. They’d broken their bond because he couldn’t offer her a dominant pack life, eventually mating with others. But then her first love had died suddenly in a rogue ambush, leaving Lola all alone.

When Wendy found out, she’d been devastated, howling until she nearly fainted. She couldn’t bear the thought of Lola going to an Omega–orphanage, but she wasn’t able to raise her herself back then. So she’d placed Lola with her own brother–kin and his mate.

Things had gone smoothly, until now.

But lately, she’d been dreaming of her first mate, of their lost bond. I understood that for her, adopting Lola and having Lola call her ‘Mother‘ was a way to make those dreams feel real, as if she and her first fated–mate had remained together and Lola was their true–blood daughter.

That was why she’d insisted on taking Lola into the Grant den. But she couldn’t possibly say any of that blood–secret to Carson.

I love Lola. You know I adore her wolf, and I’ve always wished she was my daughter. Please, Carson, respect my wishes. This is my one and only desire for this pack

Carson, though, still didn’t think it was right according to the ancient laws. He was about to refuse when I reached out and gave his arm a gentle tug, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Uncle Carson,‘ I said, ‘Auntie Wendy’s brother and his mate have already agreed. Just… go along with her.”

In my previous life, it was only after the Grant family fell apart that I finally understood the truth. Uncle Carson never agreed to acknowledge Lola, and that refusal must have been the catalyst for Wendy and Gavin’s scheme against the Grant pack.

At this moment, all Wendy saw was Lola. If Uncle Carson refused to acknowledge Lola, if she couldn’t be a Grant, then Wendy would simply wrest control of the Grant pack away from him, away from my cousin, and give the Alpha–throne to Lola herself.

If I told Uncle Carson all this now, directly, he’d never believe the prophetic warning of my wolf. It was better to play along, keep their pheromones calm, and then expose their schemes through the Howlnet later.

Carson frowned, his disagreement still clear in the set of his shoulders.

“It’s just a title,” Wendy replied, dismissing his concern with a casual wave of her hand. “She can have two sets of parents. Her casualness grated on y wolf’s nerves.

Carson pressed, “Your brother and his mate really agreed to this?”

I watched Wendy’s face light up, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. ‘Of course! Or, I could link with my brother and his mare and have them tell you themselves through the telepathic path?”

Carson waved her off. ‘No need.”

Once he conceded, the cloud hovering over Wendy’s face finally lifted. Then, she turned her head, her gaze locking onto me eyes were daggers, each glance laced with the venom of a rival she–wolf

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“Isabella, she snapped, ‘apologize to Luna.”

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The air seemed to freeze solid around us in that instant. My wolf bared her teeth in my mind–Luna? She was calling Lola by a title she hadn’t earned.

I suspected I’d misheard the audacity of it.

Before I could even open my mouth, Carson’s brow furrowed into a tight knot.

Wendy, what are you talking about? Lola was clearly out of line. She’s the one who needs to apologize to Isabella!”

But Wendy acted like she hadn’t heard Carson’s Alpha–voice at all. She pulled the sobbing Lola even tighter against her, then retorted defiantly.

You’re going to acknowledge Isabella as your daughter–wolf, aren’t you? Then they’ll be sisters. Isn’t it only right for an older sister–wolf to be ccommodating to her younger? Lola’s been so wronged, crying her eyes out–shouldn’t her big sister apologize and soothe her spirit?”

Her outrageous twisting of pack–fact left Carson speechless with anger. Lola subtly raised her head from Wendy’s embrace, her eyes, red–rimmed and uffy, shot me a look of smug triumph. The challenge in her gaze was blatant and utterly undisguised.

smiled, a slow, dangerous baring of teeth.

waved my hand dismissively. “I’m just returning to the Grant pack, and I’m keeping my mother–wolf’s surname.”

My gaze drifted from Lola’s tear–streaked face to Wendy’s, a canvas of blatant favoritism.

I’m not like some wolves who, with perfectly healthy parents, are so desperate to claim others as their mother and father–wolf. My mother–wolf may

e gone to the Great Hunt, but I would never, ever recognize anyone else in her place.”

My words landed on Wendy and Lola like a sudden deluge of ice water, chilling their very marrow.

The blood drained from Lola’s face in an instant. Her lips trembled, and a fresh torrent of tears began to fall, even harder than she’d cried before. Vendy, even more enraged, began to shake uncontrollably. She pointed a trembling finger at me, her eyes practically spitting fire.

You… what kind of thing is that to say to your kin?!”

fer voice, shrill and sharp, was laced with a venomous resentment.

No wonder you’re so ill–mannered–you never had a mother–wolf to teach you the ways of the pack!”

The moment those words left her lips, the air in the yard seemed to solidify, heavy and cold. The last shred of humor drained from my eyes, replaced by is arctic chill that settled deep within my wolf’s soul.

lifted my foot, taking one deliberate step after another towards Wendy. My steps weren’t fast, but each one landed with a heavy, deliberate weight, a uffocating pressure that seemed to steal the breath from the very air around us. My wolf was front and center now, her golden eyes burning through

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My stare seemed to make Wendy’s skin crawl, because she instinctively took a small step back, her scent flaring with sudden fear

Whether or not I have pack–manners isn’t for you to decide.”

I kept my voice low, carefully stripped of any emotion, vibrating with the power of my bloodline

‘But I do know that teaching a pup to steal from others, to not distinguish right from wrong that’s certainly not the kind of conduct you’d espes a respectable Alpha lineage”

I paused, my gaze locking onto Wendy’s face with predatory prevision

“Don’t you agree, Aunt–wolf?”

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