Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503

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Carson’s eyes were like chips of ice, fixed on Susan and Autumn. The air in the hall crackled with the static of his rising Alpha pheromones, a silent ommand for order that made the lesser wolves in the room bow their heads.

First,” he stated, his voice sharp and unwavering, vibrating with the authority of the Grant Pack leader, “Isabella is my blood–sister’s only pup, my own iece. She’s coming into the Grant Pack territory to acknowledge her heritage, not to be anyone’s older sister.”

Even I, her Alpha uncle, don’t make her decisions for her.”

le paused, his gaze sweeping over the expensive clan artifacts still being carried upstairs by the pack–porters.

Second,” he continued, “these things are gifts for Isabella from someone else. He paid for them personally with his own resources, and they have bsolutely nothing to do with the Grant Pack treasury.”

Carson’s stern gaze swept over them, and he issued a warning in a tone that was utterly serious, one I’d never heard from him before. It was the voice of

wolf defending his lineage.

In the Grant Pack, there’s no rule that an older she–wolf must yield to a younger she–wolf!” he declared, his voice cutting through the tense air like a

unter’s howl. “If you absolutely insist that the elder must give way to the younger-

saw Carson’s gaze harden as he met his mate’s displeased expression. He let out a cold, dismissive scoff. Then I’ll just hand over my position as Alpha of the Grant Pack to my brother first!”

He didn’t spare another glance at Wendy or Lola’s ashen faces. He turned abruptly, and I could feel the surge of his Alpha anger and disappointment ven from where I stood. He marched straight upstairs, his heavy boots echoing like a war drum.

The living room fell into such a profound silence that I could almost hear the frantic beat of my own heart. Nyx, my wolf, paced restlessly in my mind, er hackles raised at the scent of the lingering tension.

Once Carson’s footsteps faded completely upstairs, the air in the room seemed to solidify around us, heavy and suffocating as if the moon itself were

ressing down.

watched as Lola’s eyes remained glued to the last box being carried up to the third floor by the workers, her gaze never wavering until the brown ardboard vanished completely around the stairwell.

fer lips trembled almost imperceptibly, and I saw her eyes instantly well up with tears. The scent of her distress–a mix of salt and calculated nisery–filled the room.

The next second, she practically threw herself into Wendy’s arms. Her sobs were muffled against Wendy’s shoulder, a raw sound of suppressed hurt ind injustice.

Mom… I heard her whimper, “did I make Dad angry…? Did I make things hard for you…?”

Her voice was broken by sobs, her shoulders trembling violently.

I–I’ve just never seen anything so nice before,” Lola whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, yet loud enough for everyone to hear through our sharpened wolf hearing. That’s why I couldn’t help but look at my sister’s things… If the Alpha doesn’t like me, I can just leave the territory. I’m just…. extra, anyway.”

I clenched my jaw. Her performance was sickeningly sweet, a masterclass in feigned vulnerability. Nyx let out a low, mental snarl. A Beta’s trick, she hissed.

I watched Wendy’s chest visibly tighten, her arms pulling Lola even closer, as if she could absorb the manufactured pain herself.

She gently patted Lola’s back, but her gaze, sharp and cold, shot up to the third floor, undoubtedly aimed right at my new den

‘Don’t talk nonsense,” Wendy murmured, her voice laced with a fury I knew was directed at me.

Her tone was low, but I could feel the ripple of her suppressed anger, a warning that hung heavy in the air.

Your dad’s just completely infatuated, treating Isabella like a precious find since she got back to the pack. Don’t worry, sweetie, Mom’s here. No one will lay a hand on you.”

Wendy stroked Lola’s hair, her voice dropping to a whisper meant for Lola alone, but the words still reached me, sharp and clear. “If you like any of those things, honey, Mommy will buy them for you. The exact same ones. No, even better ones than here.”

Lola finally stopped crying, pulling her head up from her mother’s shoulder. Her face was still streaked with tears, but a faint, il touched her lips. Thanks, Mom.

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“Sweetie,” Wendy cooed.

Even after getting Lola to calm down, I could feel the simmering frustration inside Wendy, radiating off her with nowhere to go.

I knew Wendy wasn’t one to make idle threats.

But to buy something “better,” she’d first need to know what I’d actually received from Grayson.

I watched as her eyes, sharp and calculating, landed on the pack steward nearby.

“Bring me the list of everything that was just brought in. I want to see the manifest.”

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The steward offered a slight bow, his posture as respectfully unchanging as ever. But I knew his words instantly stripped away the fragile calm Wendy had managed to regain, her face hardening with renewed irritation.

The steward’s voice was calm, almost too calm. “My apologies, Luna,” he said. “The gift list, along with the gifts themselves, has already been handed over to the eldest young lady.”

I watched as the last flicker of composure drained from Wendy’s face, leaving it rigid with barely contained fury.

Her gaze flickered to me, cold and disdainful. I could practically hear the venomous thoughts screaming in her head: This nobody, barely through the territory gates, and she’s already claiming the Luna’s authority? And even the steward is taking her side!

Lola, sensing the shift in the air, quickly tugged at Wendy’s sleeve, her voice a low murmur.

‘Mom, please don’t be angry.”

I saw her eyes dart, a flicker of calculation crossing her face. A new scheme was already brewing behind those seemingly innocent features.

I’ll go apologize to my sister. Maybe if she’s in a good mood, she’ll just give me the room. And while we’re there, we can even take a peek at her new den and see what those gifts actually are. What do you think?

She put on an innocent, understanding act, but I caught the calculating glint in her eyes.

Wendy glanced at her, and I could tell she understood exactly what Lola was getting at.

And just like that, the idea seemed to click for Wendy. Seeing it all for herself would certainly be more direct than simply poring over a manifest.

‘Let’s go.”

I knew they made their way to the third floor, one after the other.

My bedroom door stood ajar, left that way by the workers still inside, busy with the setup.

I saw Lola standing by the door, peeking inside. She took a deep breath, trying to compose her expression, probably to mask the raw jealousy I could practically feel emanating from her–her pheromones were sour, like rotting fruit.

Then, she adopted a timid, almost vulnerable look and gently rapped on the door.

Sister, I… I’m Lola, and I want to apologize.”

From inside the room, my own voice, cool and even, sounded. Nyx settled on her haunches, her golden eyes watchful.

‘Come in.”

Lola pushed open the door, stepping inside with her mother, Wendy.

The moment their eyes landed on the room, both mother and daughter froze solid.

It certainly wasn’t the girlish, bubblegum pink Carson had adorned the room downstairs with.

My gaze was instantly met with unparalleled elegance and opulence.

The entire room embraced a sophisticated, contemporary aesthetic, where every single detail, everywhere I looked, felt like a meticulously curated work of art–the kind only an Alpha of Grayson’s standing could procure.

My gaze drifted to a magnificent rosewood screen, intricately carved with cloud patterns, which elegantly divided the lounging area from the space designated for receiving guests.

My gaze fell upon an embroidery adorning the wall. Its incredibly delicate needlework brought to life vast mountains and flowing rivers–the ancestra‘ territories–filling the space with an almost overwhelming sense of majestic grandeur.

Beside the window stood an ebony tea table, holding a set of rare teaware. Each piece possessed the serene, refined luster of jade, shimmering with a

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faint, gentle glow under the afternoon sun.

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The opulent pieces I’d only seen scattered downstairs, dismissed then as simply expensive, now felt perfectly at home, each one a vital, finishing touch. They blended seamlessly with the room’s rich aesthetic, elevating it even further.

My gaze landed on a celadon and white jade carving, its ancient design immediately speaking of its priceless value–clearly a relic of a high clan, no ordinary piece.

In a quiet corner, a classic violin rested, almost casually placed. Its dark, polished wood gleamed with a muted luster, as if steeped in centuries of untold pack stories and silent melodies.

Every single piece in this room, on its own, was an undisputed treasure, the kind Alphas would fiercely bid for at a Great Gathering auction.

Yet now, they were casually displayed as if they were just everyday household items.

These pieces weren’t just worth millions of credits.

All together, it had to be in the hundreds of millions!

My own breath hitched, and even Wendy seemed to momentarily stop breathing beside me.

The sheer opulence of the decor in this room made the already multi–million credit mansion feel almost understated.

These things… they absolutely did not belong here in the hands of a ‘newcomer.”

These weren’t just things; they were museum pieces, heirlooms meant for a grand estate with sprawling ancestral lands, where their true value would finally shine.

Lola’s eyes were blazing red, a dead giveaway of her wolf’s envy.

I could practically feel the venomous jealousy twisting inside her, consuming her from the inside out.

Her eyes, glazed with an unsettling intensity, meticulously scanned every corner of the room, her nails digging so deep into her palms I could almost feel the bite of her claws.

I could almost hear the venomous whisper in her mind: This should all be mine.

Then, her gaze, filled with a theatrical, wounded innocence, darted to Wendy. Tears welled up in her eyes, trembling on the brink of spilling over.

“Mom…” she choked out.

Wendy’s eyes snapped back into focus, her face turning a furious shade of crimson.

The fragile peace she’d been clinging to shattered completely, her gaze like a physical blow as it landed on me, curled up on the window seat, leisurely turning the pages of a book.

“Isabella, bring me the gift manifest.”

Wendy’s tone brooked no argument, a stark, undeniable order from a mother–wolf.

“Since these are gifts from others, and so incredibly valuable, we can’t just accept them carelessly within the pack. I need to see who sent what, so we can properly repay the favor later through the Ancient Wolf Treaties.”

I didn’t even twitch an eyelid, as if the sharp edge of her anger simply hadn’t reached me.

I leisurely turned a page of my book, my red lips parting just enough for my voice to emerge. It was quiet, but every word landed with crystal clarity.

This is my debt of gratitude. I’ll repay it myself.”

I lifted my eyes, my gaze sweeping calmly over the mother and daughter. Their faces had gone ashen, then flushed crimson with rage. A faint, almost imperceptible curve played on my lips.

No need for you to trouble yourself, Auntie.”

My single sentence shut Wendy down cold.

As she listened, I could practically see the last shred of doubt drain from her face.

Someone else gave her this? I imagined her thinking.

No, she was absolutely certain it was Carson’s doing.

He must have spun that lie about a “gift” just to fool her, all because he was scared she’d be unhappy.

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He hadn’t prepared a single thing for his precious Lola.

Yet, in a complete turnaround, he’d just dropped hundreds of millions–an astronomical sum–to fill an entire room with things, all for me.

Wendy’s face darkened, tight with barely contained fury. The scent of her betrayal was bitter, thick enough to choke on.

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