Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 507

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Emily also saw the information Lola had pulled up on the Howlnet.

The entire pack living room was dead silent, the only sound being the low, rhythmic thrum of Alpha pheromones vibrating in the air.

Carson stood up, his tall, powerful frame casting a long shadow over the stone floor. His gaze drifted from my calm face, finally settling on his Luna. Any lingering warmth in his eyes had completely faded, replaced by a deep–seated weariness that made his inner wolf let out a faint, tired huff.

“I brought Isabella home solely for pack ties,” he stated, his Alpha voice resonant but exhausted. “Isabella’s willingness to come to the Grant Pack is also because of blood. Wendy, I hope you can understand that.”

He cast one last glance at his mate, who stood frozen like a statue of ice, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion.

“Don’t make a scene anymore.”

He finished, then turned and walked away, not sparing me–or anyone–another glance.

Each click of his boots against the polished floor sent a ripple through the air, and I could almost feel the way they must be tearing at Wendy’s

composure, each step a

fresh stab to her pride. My wolf sat back on her haunches, watching Wendy with narrowed, golden eyes, sensing the crack in the woman’s Alpha–adjacent authority.

Only when the soft click of the front door closing echoed did Wendy’s rigid frame finally shudder, as if the sound itself had pulled her back from some

abyss.

Beside her, Lola’s eyes were vacant, her lips trembling as she muttered something under her breath.

How could… how could this be happening…”

It was clear she was finally grasping it: the Isabella she’d always dismissed as an insignificant Omega, someone to be casually crushed under a paw, was actually the one standing on a higher plane, looking down on her.

I was the owner of Fire Pharmaceuticals–the most powerful alchemical lab in the seven territories.

Grayson’s treasured sister.

Each of those identities, I knew, must feel like an insurmountable mountain crushing her, stealing her breath. I shifted slightly, my own Alpha scent laring just enough to remind her of the hierarchy.

She was still only an unacknowledged adopted she–wolf of the Grant Pack, and even if she were recognized, with the Grant bloodline already established, there was no real place for her in the lineage.

Her lip disappeared between her teeth, and I could practically hear the venomous question echoing in her mind; How could Isabella, a discarded daughter of the Miller Pack, still be living this well?

Wendy’s face tightened. For the pack?

I could feel her disbelief radiating off her in sharp, acidic waves of scent. She wouldn’t buy that for a second.

Even if it were true, Isabella’s power would make her impossible to control!

She couldn’t tolerate anything in the Grant territory that she couldn’t dominate with her own will

Wendy picked up her Howlnet device, her fingers flying across the contact list before finally landing on a name she hadn’t reached out to in ages name I knew she even held a touch of disdain for. Then, she initiated the link.

At the Miller Pack villa,

Susan wasn’t living the life of luxury and endless prestige she’d envisioned as the Luna of the Millers.

I knew Andrew, her only son, hadn’t set foot in this territory since he blood–bonded with Julia and became a live–in mate for the Smith Pack

I imagined the vast villa must feel incredibly empty now, with only Susan, Gavin, and Emily living there It must be devoid of any real warmth or pack–bond life.

And with the Miller Pack’s influence spiraling downwards, I knew Susan was constantly stressed, grappling with one territory dispute after another

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I knew that after Gavin and Susan’s sordid affair finally spilled into the open, he’d stopped even trying to play the devoted mate. He didn’t have to hide his other she–wolves anymore; he’d already been caught twice, sensed by trackers openly walking in and out of dens with different females.

And not just any she–wolves–different ones each moon cycle.

I could practically feel Susan’s rage from miles away. This was so far from the glamorous life she’d planned for herself.

Then, a sharp chime pierced the suffocating quiet of the villa.

When Susan saw the name flashing on the crystal screen, a name she hadn’t touched in years, one she’d probably scorned for just as long, I imagine a olt went through her. Maybe it was shock, then a wave of desperate, almost wild relief.

She must have cleared her throat, forcing her wolf into submission, before finally answering the call.

Sister…” she’d begun,

Her voice was carefully pitched, a touch of practiced anxiety and deference.

On the other end, there was a long, chilling silence.

Susan must have thought the link was going to disconnect, before a voice, colder than mountain stone, finally broke through.

Don’t pretend we’re close,”

Wendy said, her words slicing through the air like ice–tempered silver. “I don’t have an illegitimate sister.”

Susan’s forced smile faltered, her knuckles turning white around her device, but she quickly masked it, pasting the saccharine expression back on.

Yes, yes, I know,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is there something you need me for?”

I’m calling to ask about Isabella Miller,” Wendy stated, cutting straight to the chase. Her tone was a thinly veiled accusation, dripping with a ondescending, interrogative edge.

usan bit her lip.

My name.

Again, my name.

knew it was like a curse on her lips, a haunting shadow she could never escape, the source of her darkest nightmares.

Whatever venomous thoughts she harbored, Susan forced them down, her voice softening into a feigned concern.

Oh, Isabella… she’s always been very close with Grayson Smith from the Smith Pack. They’ve known each other since they were pups. Grayson dotes in her.”

The paused, a hint of calculated caution in her voice as she probed.

Has the girl gone to the Grant Pack, and… caused you any trouble, dear sister?”

Wendy remained silent.

Her silence was the loudest answer. Across the distance, I could almost feel Wendy’s wolf pacing, hackles raised at the thought of my presence in her

len.

It seemed to me Susan had finally found her footing, and with it, a newfound boldness.

I watched as she let out a soft sigh, her voice laced with what she wanted me to believe was ‘sympathetic‘ helplessness.

‘Ugh, you’re right. Your mate loved Sunny so much, it’s only natural he’d extend all that affection to Isabella Wendy, you really need to watch out for her. With Grayson backing her up, she’s not the little she–wolf she used to be, easily pushed around

The other end of the line remained silent.

Every word Susan uttered landed with calculated precision, digging deep into Wendy’s insecurities.

Susan gave a soft, almost conspiratorial chuckle. “Sister,” she cooed, “all that bad blood between us? It’s ancient history now Our ancestors are long gone, and when you cut through it all, we’re the closest blood each other has left.”

quality.

Her voice dropped even lower, taking on a seductive, almost hypnotic quality.

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‘And besides,” she added, we both have the same enemy now: Isabella.

Wendy’s breathing hitched, sharp and sudden, just for a beat.

Susan caught that subtle shift, a cold, predatory smile curving her lips.

Wendy dangled the bait. “Sister, would you be interested in… truly taking control of the Grant Pack for yourself?”

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could almost feel the seismic shift Susan’s words created in Wendy. They must have struck her like a massive rock hurled into a calm lake, unleashing a orrent of chaotic emotions that I knew would shake her to her core.

imagined her hand, gripping the device, must have trembled with the sheer force of it all.

A long moment passed.

Finally, I pictured her voice, when it came, as hoarse and dry, strained by the weight of what she was considering.

What kind of plan do you have in mind?”

Susan offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You know about Gavin and me,” she started, her voice a low murmur, “and how that makes your nate unhappy. If I want to get any help from the Grant Pack, you need to be in charge, Isabella. I was thinking, maybe we could cook up a little plan…” Susan meticulously detailed her plan, and though I wasn’t there, I could almost visualize Wendy’s initial reaction. Her brows would have furrowed in a rown, I imagined, before slowly, too slowly, a calculating gleam replaced it as the full scope of Susan’s scheme settled in.

Then, I could practically hear Wendy’s cold scoff, her voice sharp with a familiar sarcasm. The Millers and your son? They’ll probably rake in a fortune rom this!”

Look, those perks? If you don’t give them to me, they’re just going to end up with Isabella anyway. You might as well let me have them. We’re on the ame team, you know.”

Wendy was finally swayed. “Fine,” she told Susan, her voice sharp with a warning, “we’ll do as you say, but don’t try any tricks on me. In the Miller Pack low, all I have to do is whisper a few words to him, and he’ll explode, ready to crush both of you.”

Susan’s lips curved into a smile, but I knew her eyes held a chilling coldness.

I know, sis, Susan replied smoothly,

Then Wendy ended the call.

They had no idea, of course. Their Howlnet devices had been bugged with frequency–shifters for ages.

Jp on the third floor of the Grant Pack mansion, I slowly took off my headphones.

in my past life, the Miller family had convinced Wendy to team up, and together, they’d destroyed the Grants. This moon cycle, how could I not be prepared for them?

The moment their link connected, my device buzzed, letting me hear their entire twisted plan unfold.

Just then, the doorbell downstairs chimed, echoing through the stone halls.

I heard the housekeeper heading to answer it.

The Grants had only just moved back to the States, and we didn’t have many close friends or pack–mates here. Who could possibly be showing up at

our den now?

I pressed the video monitor, and there, standing outside, was a male whose handsome features and noble Alpha demeanor immediately caught my eye

I didn’t recognize his scent from this distance, but I kept my tone respectful through the speaker. “May I ask who you are? I inquired.

The man curved his lips, his eyes flashing with a familiar, protective gold.

“Grayson,” he said.

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