Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506

Meriu

Lola was practically being dragged by Wendy, her face a crumpled mess of tears and smudged pheromones. Wendy’s grip on her wrist looked painfully tight, as if she were trying to snap her radius through her she–wolf skin.

“Mom… I didn’t mean to…

Her face was a mask of contrived despair, her voice trembling, each word soaked in a theatrical, rehearsed anguish that grated on my nerves. Nyx, my wolf, let out a low, vibrating snarl in the back of my skull, sensing the sheer falsehood in Lola’s scent.

Wendy’s face was chalky white, her lips pressed into a thin, furious line of Beta–restraint. She said nothing.

I watched as she dragged Lola, her high heels clicking a sharp, cold rhythm against the obsidian floor of the hall. It was a silent, furious drumbeat, each step thrumming with a palpable anger that made the lesser Omegas in the hallway shrink away.

One hundred million credits.

The sum itself felt like a colossal bell tolling in the Grant Pack treasury, and I could see the way it hammered at Wendy, her temples visibly throbbing with the strain of her shifting wolf.

For the Grant family, a hundred million credits wasn’t an amount that would break their territory’s wealth.

But to spend it in such a stupid, utterly shameful way? That was like tossing the Grant Pack’s honor into the dirt, inviting every rival clan to stomp all over it.

‘Mom, it was Isabella! She deliberately provoked me!”

When Wendy remained silent, Lola’s voice ratcheted up, her words tumbling out faster, a torrent of frantic accusations as she desperately shoved all the blame away from herself. Nyx paced restlessly, her golden eyes flashing in my mind at the mention of my name.

‘She just kept bidding, trying to show off her Alpha status to me! I… I just got carried away, I really didn’t mean to!”

My tears–Lola’s tears–rolled down in big, heavy drops, and her voice was thick with sobs. She must have sounded utterly pathetic to any werewolf with a sense of pride.

‘It’s all my fault, Lola cried, her voice laced with remorse. I blame myself for being so sheltered in the pack, for not having a better education in the Ancient Treaties. That’s why I’m so impetuous… I’ve shamed the bloodline, Mom…”

As she spoke, I watched her other hand grip Wendy’s sleeve, clutching it like a desperate lifeline.

I knew those words were a calculated strike, hitting Wendy right where she was most vulnerable–her lingering guilt over Lola’s status.

I watched Wendy’s face, a familiar softening in her eyes. It was always the same: Lola had suffered so much in the outer territories, unlike me, whom Carson had ‘cherished‘ the moment I returned to the pack. So, of course, Lola’s jealousy, her impulsiveness–it was all excusable, wasn’t it?

The iron grip Wendy had on Lola’s arm finally loosened.

Lola, ever perceptive, sensed this shift in an instant and pressed her advantage, her wolf likely wagging its tail in hidden victory.

She lifted her tear–filled face, her voice taking on a desperate, all–or–nothing edge. “Mom, I’ll go tell the auction house right now that I’m backing out of the bid! I’ll figure out how to cover all the responsibility and losses myself under the pack law! I won’t drag you or the Alpha into this!”

That display of maturity and unwavering resolve completely melted Wendy’s heart.

Backing out of a bid at a Great Gathering? Was that even an option? The Grant Pack’s name would be in tatters across the Seven Clans. “Nonsense!” Wendy snapped, but the anger in her voice was mostly gone, replaced by a potent mix of heartache and helplessness.

Lola lowered her gaze, her voice carefully tentative. ‘So…. what about when Dad asks?”

The moment Alpha Carson’s name was mentioned, I saw the anger Wendy had just managed to suppress flare right back up Het pheromones turned acidic, a scent of burning sage.

I let out a cold snort in my mind, my own gaze turning to ice as I watched them from the shadows.

“He has the nerve to ask you?” Wendy growled, her wolf pushing to the surface. “Isabella didn’t spend any less! Why doesn’t he question how much his precious niece blew?! He only ever targets you, only ever targets my Lola!”

Lola had gotten exactly what she wanted.

She lowered her head, a subtle, triumphant smile playing on her lips–a smile she probably thought no one else noticed, but

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When I got back to the Grant family estate, the air in the Great Hall was so thick with Alpha tension, it felt like I could wring it out.

Carson was at the head of the sofa, his expression unreadable, but the palpable dominance he radiated made the entire room shrink around me, feeling suffocatingly small.

Wendy stood across from him, her eyes rimmed with red, a tell–tale sign they’d been arguing through their blood bond.

“Why spend one hundred million credits to buy a medicinal herb that’s only worth a few million?”

Carson’s voice was quiet, yet it carried the weight of an Alpha’s decree, each word a measured blow that I could feel resonate through the heavy silence and into my very bones.

Wendy was already bristling, her anger a palpable storm just beneath the surface of her skin. The moment she saw me walk in, it was like I was the perfect lightning rod, and all her pent–up fury snapped straight to me.

You ask me? Why don’t you ask her?!”

Wendy’s finger shot out, rigid and accusatory, landing squarely on me as I stood frozen in the doorway. Her voice, already shrill, climbed higher, cracking with a performative sob of hurt that echoed through the den.

‘Carson, you’re so biased! You only care about how much Lola spent, but why don’t you ask your precious niece how much she splurged at the auction?!”

A deep frown creased Carson’s brow, and as he looked at his agitated mate, I saw a profound disappointment and weariness flood his amber eyes. Wendy, will you please just try to be reasonable? Stop comparing everything to Isabella.”

He paused, and his voice turned even colder, sending a shiver through the room.

Isabella didn’t spend a single credit of the Grant Pack’s money. She doesn’t need to.”

She doesn’t need to?”

Wendy looked like she’d just heard the funniest joke in the Seven Clans. A bitter laugh escaped her lips, though her eyes were full of nothing but the–wolf scorn.

Wendy’s voice sliced through the air, pointed directly at me. “Easy for you to say, Carson! A rogue stray, kicked out by the Miller Pack–if she’s not pending your credits, whose money is she spending? You always protect her, always saving her face! Do you take me for a complete fool?!

I watched as Carson stared at Wendy, a silent plea for reason in his eyes that went completely unanswered. He closed them for a brief moment, his jaw ight as his wolf struggled for control, and when they flickered open again, I could feel the last shred of his patience had vanished, replaced by an xhaustion so profound it settled heavily in the air.

Carson’s voice, now dangerously calm, cut through the tension. “I gather you haven’t read a single Howlnet broadcast since you returned to the erritory.”

A wave of disappointment emanated from him, so palpable it felt like a winter chill. I could see him wondering, utterly bewildered, why Wendy became so abnormal whenever Lola was involved.

‘All you have to do is look it up on the network, and you’ll know,” Carson continued. “Grayson’s sister, the owner of Fire Pharmaceuticals do you honestly think I need to give her credits to spend?”

His gaze swept over Wendy, then landed on Lola behind her, who stood looking utterly bewildered. His voice held a profound weariness

I’d love to give it to her,” he added, looking at me then with a softening of his Alpha aura. “But Isabella has to want it first.”

Boom-

I watched as those few words, like a sudden clap of thunder over the mountains, seemed to detonate in both Wendy and Lola’s minds. The shock w immediate, a visible jolt that rippled through their bodies, making their wolf–ears twitch in disbelief Grayson’s sister?

The owner of Fire Pharmaceuticals?

Wendy had spent years living in distant packlands, her every thought consumed by Clara. It explained why she hadn’t paid much attention to the ever–shifting landscape of our domestic pack–business world.

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But Grayson’s name? That, I knew she recognized.

As the lady of the Grant Pack, she was naturally privy to the power shifts between Alphas.

Grayson’s name was legendary.

The Alpha titan who’d consolidated the Smith Pack with an iron fist, leaving those old elders too afraid to utter a word against him!

I… his sister?

Men

Lola’s reaction was even quicker than mine. She practically ripped out her Howl–tablet, her trembling fingers flying across the glowing screen as she typed.

[Isabella Grayson]

The moment the search results popped up on the Howlnet, I felt my breath catch in my throat. Nyx leaned forward in my mind, staring at the screen through my eyes.

The interface was flooded with countless broadcasts and related entries.

They were all about shipping the two of them as a powerful pair of siblings, gushing about how much Alpha Grayson adored her.

And then there were the holographic photos of me accepting pack honors, with Grayson’s profile captured in the background.

In those pictures, Grayson’s gaze toward me was soft, utterly doting. The man rumored across the Seven Clans to be cold–blooded and ruthless, the one who kept every other wolf at arm’s length, seemed to shed all his sharp Alpha edges when he looked at me.

Lola’s fingers flew across the screen, almost against her will, tapping open Fire Pharmaceuticals‘ market value analysis.

The dizzying string of credits, stretching endlessly, felt like a slap across my face.

Though Fire Pharmaceuticals‘ total assets still couldn’t rival the deeply entrenched Grant Pack, ever since the medical nanorobots began development, its market value had skyrocketed a hundredfold. Its potential was limitless, its worth already far surpassing the fading Miller Pack!

Lola looked utterly stunned, her mind clearly reeling. Her scent turned flat and metallic with shock.

I knew she’d always believed that when I left the Miller Pack, I was nothing but a rogue she–wolf with nowhere to go, forced to cling to the Grant Pack and live at the mercy of my aunt and uncle.

That’s why she’d dared to provoke me so shamelessly, why she’d pulled those underhanded tricks at the auction.

But she was wrong.

Terribly, utterly wrong.

So what if I’d left the Miller Pack? I was still the high–ranking lady!

I was the owner of Fire Pharmaceuticals.

I watched as her fingers gently traced the image of the man in the photo.

And I could almost hear the thought forming in her mind, a poisonous seed of envy: Isabella has such an outstanding Alpha by her side!

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