Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500

Wendy’s perfectly maintained face, which usually held such cold composure, flushed a vivid red before my eyes. Her scent spiked, the pheromones of an offended high–ranking she–wolf turning sharp and acrid in the air.

Her lips trembled with fury, the offense clear in her eyes as if Lola had just committed a cardinal sin of disrespect against an elder of the lineage. My wolf watched her from the shadows of my mind, ears pinned back, sensing the unstable shift in the room’s hierarchy.

Her face hardened, and she drew a sharp breath, her Alpha–mate’s influence making the very air heavy as she prepared to launch into a full–blown scolding.

You-”

She’d barely gotten the word out when a sharp, shrill voice sliced through the tension like a claw.

“What’s with the holier–than–thou act?”

Lola burst out from behind Wendy, her face a mask of contempt and fury. The scent of her agitation was like sour milk.

She raised a finger, pointing it straight at me. “Don’t think for a second I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours. You’re just after our Grant Pack’s resources, aren’t you? Wanting to swoop back into the territory, grab a piece of the kill, and secure yourself a fancy blood–dowry.”

Lola’s voice was sharp and thin, almost a screeching howl, like she was absolutely convinced she’d cracked some major code, had my wolf all figured

out.

To her, a disgraced she–wolf kicked out of the Miller Pack–what else would I be after if not the pack’s wealth?

You’re so wrapped up in what you want, what you’re trying to gain, you just assume every other wolf operates the same way, always looking for an angle. But I came back to the Grant territory solely for my uncle and my mother–wolf’s memory.”

Lola scoffed, a jagged sound that made it abundantly clear she didn’t believe a word I said.

Carson’s face was already set in a thunderous scowl, an Alpha’s darkness deep enough to curdle the air around him.

My parents had always shared a pretty harmonious Blood Bond. He’d conveniently turn a blind eye whenever my mother–wolf used their resources to help out her original kin. And I understood why. It was her family, the place that had given her life and raised her as a pup.

But that didn’t give her kin–Wendy’s family–the right to treat the Grant Pack’s ancestral possessions as if they were their own kill.

Carson’s chest was visibly heaving, a silent Alpha fire building within him so fiercely I could almost feel the heat emanating off his skin, a warning growl vibrating in his marrow.

“Shut up!”

He roared, the sound echoing through the den with an uncontrollable fury that made the windows rattle.

Lola‘ What in the name of the Moon Mother are you talking about?!”

1, however, remained utterly still, my wolf sitting poised and silent, as if their words hadn’t even registered against my skin I just repeated a single word so softly it was barely more than a whisper, as if speaking only to my own wolf.

‘Dowry?”

The word was laced with a faint, almost imperceptible trace of laughter.

Finally, I lifted my eyes, my gaze sweeping past Lola’s face, which was twisted into a furious mask, before settling on Carson My voice was perfectly even, perfectly still, devoid of the tremors of a subordinate.

‘My blood–dowry is my own No one needs to worry their heads about it.”

Then, I shifted my gaze back to Carson.

“Uncle, it’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but this just isn’t right for the pack. And please, believe me when I say I’m perfectly capable of providing for my own future.”

My eyes, as I spoke, shimmered with quiet, predatory confidence. Carson knew about the assets I controlled–especially the recently developed Blood–Core nanorobots, which held immense future potential for the healing of our kind.

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With a blood–gift like that, I knew I could hold my own, even if I bonded with Grayson.

But when I finished speaking, Lola looked like she’d just heard the funniest joke in the Great Forest. She snorted, then burst out laughing without an ounce of pack politeness.

She howled with laughter, her face contorted, tears streaming down her face.

“Just you?” she scoffed, eyeing me up and down, her voice dripping with pure contempt. “A disowned outcast from the Miller Pack, with a sire who doesn’t care and a mother–wolf who’s gone to the stars. What are you going to use for a blood–dowry? Are you going to beg my father–wolf fort

Enough!” Carson growled, the sound ripping from his throat.

He glanced at Lola, then turned to Wendy, his eyes filled with the disappointment and heartbreak of a betrayed Alpha.

“Wendy!” he exclaimed, his voice sharp. “You need to rein in that pup, Lola! Just listen to the things she’s saying!”

Wendy’s gaze on Lola was full of a protective pity. How could she possibly say anything negative about her beloved orphan–kin? Instead, a flicker of resentment crossed her face as she looked at Carson. It was clear what she was thinking: Lola was already so pitiful, why couldn’t the rest of the pack just cut her some slack?

But Lola wasn’t officially a Grant yet, so for now, Wendy had to rein in her wolf’s anger.

She turned to Lola, her voice softer than I expected. “Lola, that’s enough. You’re saying too much.”

Carson’s eyes were fixed on his mate, and the disappointment radiating from him was palpable, a heavy weight of ozone in the air. He took a slow, deep breath, his gaze sweeping over each of our faces before settling on us, his voice dropping, firm and low, carrying the weight of pack law. From today onward,” he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument, “both of you are daughters of the Grant Pack.”

Both Wendy and Lola’s faces paled, their scents hardening instantly into something cold and defensive.

Carson’s voice was sharp, cutting, and cold as the winter moon, completely devoid of warmth.

Since you are daughters of the Grant Pack,” he continued, his voice ringing with the authority of the Alpha, “you will abide by the Grant Pack’s rules! We do not twist facts or verbally abuse others here! If you make a mistake, you will own it, and you will apologize!”

His last words were clipped, each syllable dropping like a hammer against the stone floor, and his eyes were like silver nails, drilling into Lola.

ola visibly flinched, a shiver running through her fur–less skin. She instinctively clutched Wendy’s arm, her face stark white. Her eyes darted to Wendy, pleading for help through their shared link, her lips trembling.

Mother–wolf…”

Wendy’s face softened with what I recognized as fierce, maternal protectiveness. She immediately pulled Lola behind her, squaring her shoulders to neet Carson’s furious Alpha gaze.

Carson, what are you doing? Lola’s still a young pup. She just said a few things in anger; do you really need to make such a big deal out of it

Young?”

Carson let out a humorless laugh, clearly enraged.

‘She’s almost nineteen cycles! Not a three–year–old pup! Being ‘young‘ is no excuse for her to just hurl insults at her kin

Carson’s tone was final, the snap of a jaw leaving no room for argument.

‘Apologize!

Wendy’s expression, too, hardened into a mask of defiance.

“What did she say that was so wrong? Isn’t Isabella just here for the Grant Pack’s resources? Why should we, the Grant family, have to support territory–less wolf and put up with her attitude?*

‘Wendy‘

Carson’s face twisted, a look of utter disbelief clouding his features as he stared at his mate

You too, Wendy? How can you say something so absurd? Isabella is my niece–kin, my sister–wolf’s only blood! She is not an outsider!”

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The air in the yard grew heavy, thick with a cold silence that instantly dropped the temperature.

Lola, still cowering behind Wendy, visibly trembled. I could almost feel the weight of Carson’s Alpha anger bearing down on her, watching her shake like a leaf caught in an autumn gust.

Even hiding, the resentment radiated off Lola. I could sense her furious refusal to apologize to someone she clearly considered beneath her, a mere country–wolf. It was clear she believed the position of the Grant Pack’s eldest daughter was hers by blood–right, and mine was an unwelcome intrusion into her territory.

But Carson’s gaze hardened, focusing on Lola with a cold intensity I hadn’t seen him direct at anyone before. It was a look of profound disappointment, mingled with an unshakeable authority that seemed to drain all the color from her face.

A flicker of fear crossed Lola’s features. I knew then that she understood: an apology was her only path to staying in the Grant Pack’s good graces, and without it, she wouldn’t be welcomed back through these iron gates.

watched her nails dig into her palms, the sharp, self–inflicted pain seeming to jolt her back to reality. Her jaw clenched tight, she grudgingly stepped but from behind Wendy.

watched her lower her head, eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes. Her voice came out strained, as if she had to force each word past a growl in her throat.

I’m sorry.”

i was barely a whisper, muffled and laced with a stubborn, bitter scent of resentment.

Carson’s anger, I could tell, hadn’t cooled one bit.

Look at your sister–wolf! Louder!”

Lola flinched, snapping her head up. Her red–rimmed eyes locked onto mine, glaring with such fury it felt like her wolf wanted to swallow mine vhole.

I’m sorry!”

The apology was practically a scream, a raw howl of defeat.

After that shout, it was like she’d used every ounce of her spirit’s strength. Her tears started falling again, unstoppable. She spun around and threw herself back into Wendy’s arms, sobbing as if her Blood–Core would break.

Wendy clutched the girl tightly, patting her back, but her gaze, when it finally flickered to me, was a block of arctic ice.

just stood there, perfectly still, my wolf’s face betraying nothing as I watched the whole pathetic farce unfold.

A pulse throbbed violently at Carson’s temple, a clear testament to his barely contained Alpha rage. His gaze, however, remained fixed on Wendy and he girl she still held, and I could almost hear the unspoken question screaming from his expression: What in the world did Wendy see in this pup?

I didn’t want to blow things up beyond repair on my very first day in the new den. Making mortal enemies with these two would be easy, but it wasn’t the right lunar phase for it.

I turned to Carson, softening my voice to soothe the Alpha’s edge.

Uncle, just let it go.

Only then did my gaze fall on Lola, who was still sniffling against Wendy’s shoulder.

I accept your apology”

Lola’s sobs hitched, and a flicker of triumph flashed in her eyes, clearly believing this was the end of her prideal.

But then my voice went cold, sharp as a silver blade

I hope this is the first and last time.”

Lola’s mouth immediately twisted into a petulant pout. I saw Wendy give her a sharp pinch on the back, a clear warning to stop making a scene while the Alpha was watching.

She gave a petulant huff, twisting her head away, still clearly unhappy with the outcaune.

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Carson’s face was grim as he looked at Lola.

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“And, Carson continued, his voice low and vibrating with warning, “if you truly believe things are better in the foreign packs, you’re free to go back to your studies in the Southern Territories anytime.”

“I’ll take care of all the pack–expenses.”

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