Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508

The pack sentinel quickly pressed the runed–sensor on the main gate, ushering Grayson inside the territory.

Then he turned and almost jogged to inform Carson.

His urgency told me he recognized Grayson for who he was–the true Alpha power behind the high–ranking packs, a male of immense standing whose name carried weight on the Howlnet.

As he hurried up the stone stairs, he loudly instructed the Omegas to prepare hospitality for the guest.

Brew the finest elder–leaf tea, slice up a platter of wild fruit, and bring up some pastries! Now!”

He was clearly agitated, his voice booming through the den.

The sound of Grayson’s name, sharp and familiar, pierced through the tense air. I barely registered it before my gaze was drawn to Lola, still on the econd floor.

had just looked up Grayson’s background on the Howlnet, and the realization hit me: he was the most accomplished Alpha in the country, even more

o than Evan.

The moment Grayson stepped through the door, I knew Lola wouldn’t let such a golden opportunity slip through her claws.

could practically picture her rushing to pull out a Luna–white dress, slipping it on, and checking her reflection in the mirror.

he’d be meticulously ensuring she looked innocent and elegant, precisely the type of “soft she–wolf” she believed wealthy Alphas found irresistible.

Then, with a prim, almost practiced, dainty walk, she slowly descended the stairs.

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n the living room, Grayson had already entered and was standing there, his Alpha presence commanding the air.

ola’s eyes were glued to him, her gaze unconsciously, almost desperately, clinging to his figure.

could tell, by the way her entire body seemed to lean into his pheromones, that she thought he was even more striking than in any digital image.

His perfectly tailored obsidian–thread suit hugged his tall, lean frame, the fabric gleaming with a quiet sophistication under the lights. But beyond the xpensive clothes, what truly hit me was the innate, almost oppressive nobility and Alpha power he exuded, a presence no camera could ever truly

apture.

fer eyes, which had been darting around nervously, snapped open wide, fixed on the entrance. For a fleeting second, I could have sworn her breath itched, an almost audible gasp caught in her throat.

Carson, though, wasted no time. He was already halfway across the marble floor, a practiced, almost eager smile spreading across his face. “Mr. Miller,” e boomed, his voice echoing with well–rehearsed welcome, “what an honor to have you here! My sincere apologies for not being out to greet you

ooner,”

ola, sensing her moment, glided close to Carson, her face breaking into what she surely thought was her most alluring smile.

Hello, Mr. Miller.‘

Her voice came out syrupy sweet, laced with a perfectly calibrated shyness that made my inner wolf curl her lip in a silent snarl

Carson’s brow instantly tightened.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed on her, loaded with an undisguised rebuke and a sharp, unspoken Alpha warning

Lola, this is Isabella’s guest.”

I knew what he meant. This Alpha wasn’t for her, and she shouldn’t be making a spectacle of herself in front of a foreign pack leader. How embarrassing!

Lola’s smile faltered, but I could tell, she just subtly scoffed to herself, completely unfazed.

She probably figured that even if they weren’t fated mates, with all the buzz on the Howlnet, they weren’t about to form a blood bond right here and now, were they?

So, if they weren’t bonded, why shouldn’t she try to win his favor?

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Better she capitalize on her proximity and get the advantage than let another she–wolf benefit.

But her transparent little act didn’t stand a chance of fooling Carson. I knew he saw right through her.

I’d spent enough time around Grayson to know the way he looked at me was never just brotherly.

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It was clearer than ever now. Grayson hadn’t even stated his purpose for visiting the Grant Pack today, but the way Carson’s jaw tightened told me he already understood. And honestly, so did I.

Her shameless disregard, clinging to Carson like that, completely oblivious, made my stomach clench. It was a complete disgrace to the Grant Pack, and I could feel the tension radiating off Carson beside me.

Just then, Grayson’s Gamma assistant entered, carrying several beautifully wrapped gift boxes. He spoke, his tone respectful.

Mr. Miller, should I bring in Miss Grant’s gifts now?”

Miss Grant?

saw Lola’s eyes light up instantly.

She straightened her back instinctively, and the smile on her lips, which had been so forced, suddenly became genuine.

watched as the assistant caught a subtle glance from Grayson–so faint I almost missed it. He immediately elaborated, his voice now clearer, each word carefully enunciated.

Should I bring in Miss Grant’s gifts now?”

He’d deliberately emphasized ‘Miss Grant,‘ and in that moment, I knew exactly why–it was to carve a clear line, to distinguish me, the true Alpha–blood daughter, from Lola.

Miss Grant. The words hung in the air, a stark declaration of pack status.

Each syllable landed like a physical blow, a merciless slap carving itself across Lola’s face.

saw the blood drain from her face, leaving her with an embarrassing, sickly pallor.

watched as the smug self–satisfaction she’d worn moments ago dissolved into utter humiliation.

Carson’s face hardened, his cold gaze cutting through Lola like a silver knife. I could feel his irritation, the way he wished Wendy would step in and put

leash on her.

le then turned to Grayson, a forced smile plastered back on his face.

Mr. Miller, please, have a seat.”

Grayson’s eyes, though, had already settled on Lola, still frozen solid where she stood.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched his lips, but the smile never quite reached his eyes. It was cold, detached, almost chilling the look of a sredator watching a scavenger.

Tm Isabella’s brother‘

He paused, letting Lola’s face drain of color once more, before adding, slow and deliberate

‘Her… sweetheart.”

Having delivered his blow, he didn’t spare another glance for Lola, dismissing her like the insignificant Omega she was behaving as turning Carson, who still held the Alpha seat

instead to

In that instant, the devil–may–care vibe he usually carried vanished, replaced by a seriousness and gravitas I’d never witnessel.

“Uncle.”

He changed his address.

“Before, Isabella didn’t have any elders around, so there were many things I had to put off. Now, I’m formally calling on you Grayson’s gaze was calm and unwavering, and every word he spoke carried the weight of an Alpha’s vow.

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‘I want to pursue a blood bond with Isabella with a permanent mate–union in mind I ask for your blessing

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Mere

I’d just reached the top of the stairs when I heard those earth–shattering words.

I froze, my blood rushing to my head with a roaring thrum, my cheeks instantly burning hot. My wolf let out a startled, joyful yip, her tail thumping against my ribs.

We’d never acknowledged the feelings between us, but we were so used to each other, our scents so ingrained.

But we were so familiar that the affection I felt had begun to blur into something akin to familial love.

I’d even considered that we could just be siblings in the pack forever.

And so, I never dared to break through that final unspoken barrier of the fated–mate bond.

So that was Grayson’s play. He was clearly afraid I’d refuse him outright, so he’d decided to go straight to my pack elders, hoping their presence would make it harder for me to simply say no.

He must have figured with my pack family involved, I wouldn’t be able to outright reject the bond.

I burned with a mix of panic, shame, and fury.

Who blurts out a confession like that, especially to my Alpha family?

I practically sprinted down, my hand instinctively closing around Grayson’s arm, desperate to pull him out of there.

Grayson, though, turned his hand, gripping mine tightly, his strength completely unmoving.

He lowered his gaze to mine, his eyes holding a gravity I’d never witnessed, the gold of his wolf swirling in the depths of his pupils.

I’m serious.”

His voice was low, yet it resonated, clear and distinct, throughout the entire living room.

My face burned even hotter, a furious blush that felt like it could practically drip blood.

And he dared to say it!

Grayson watched my expression, which I knew must be a furious shade of red, a mix of mortification and sheer annoyance. A soft, indulgent smile played on his lips, a knowing warmth in his eyes.

He leaned in suddenly, his mouth brushing my ear, his voice a low, magnetic murmur meant only for my senses.

Unless… you’re afraid I’m not… up to it.”

A warm breath brushed my ear, and I shivered instantly, my skin prickling as my wolf leaned into his scent.

Igripped his hand so tightly my fingertips went white, I looked up, meeting his deep eyes, and the words tumbled out.

TI take care of you for the rest of life!”

your

The words spilled out, and I froze, utterly stunned by what I’d just said in front of the Alpha of the Grant Pack Grayson’s surprise was fleeting, quickly replaced by a low, joyful rumble that vibrated from deep within his chest. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “No need to go promising me your whole life so fast.”

My cheeks flamed, burning so hot I felt like they might spontaneously combust, Who said I promised him my entire life?! My fist instinctively shot up, aching to thump against his chest.

My fist was still mid–air, but the moment my gaze met his smiling eyes, I simply couldn’t bring myself to follow through

I could feel Carson’s eyes on us, burning with an intensity that suggested he was missing nothing of our intimate exchange, even if he coullut make out Grayson’s whispered words.

It wasn’t the playful teasing of pack siblings; it was the intimate banter of mates caught in the throes of a passionate romance

His genuine relief and joy were palpable, radiating from him as he let out a hearty laugh.

“Good! This is good! I trust you with Isabella, completely!”

I could see the deep relief on Carson’s face, a profound joy that after all those years of hardship, Grayson was finally good to me, that I finally had a

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beautiful blood bond in sight.

Still holding my hand, Grayson turned back to Carson, his posture humble and respectful.

Uncle, from now on, just call me Gray.”

Carson looked like he was walking on air.

Gray?

I saw Carson’s gaze linger, a faint bewilderment in his eyes. It was as if he couldn’t quite believe that the formidable, influential Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack–the male who held so much power–was being referred to by such a familiar nickname as ‘Gray‘.

Yet, a subtle shift in his expression, a slight easing of his features, suggested he found the unexpected informality rather agreeable.