Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 509

Chapter 509

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Carson’s gaze softened as he looked at Grayson and me, his smile deepening, crinkling the corners of his eyes. As an Elder Alpha, he saw us as a perfect match–two powerful bloodlines destined to strengthen the pack.

Wonderful! Simply wonderful!” my uncle beamed, his joy radiating through his scent, which smelled of aged oak and satisfaction.

Carson’s booming voice rang out, “Good! Good! Good!” The words pulsed with a joy so raw, it felt like it came straight from his soul, vibrating in the very floorboards of the Grant Pack den.

He turned his gaze to Grayson, and I could see the satisfaction bloom on his face, growing deeper with every passing second. He was thinking about how capable an Alpha Grayson was, how responsible. And, most importantly, how deeply he cherished me, holding me above even his own pack interests.

After all the hardships I’d been through–the rejection by the Miller Pack, the cold nights as an outcast–to find a blood bond so strong and beautiful… I could practically see the immense weight lift from my uncle’s shoulders.

“Grayson,” Carson beamed, “come over to our territory whenever you like. This is your home now, too.”

Grayson took it all in stride, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. His wolf was calm, sitting proud within his chest.

“I will, Uncle.”

The way he said “Uncle” was so natural, so perfectly ingrained, it was like he’d rehearsed it a thousand times just for this moment of pack alliance.

My face burned even hotter. I gave Grayson’s palm a discreet little pinch, a silent plea for him to dial it back just a notch before my wolf started howling

with embarrassment.

Grayson, however, tightened his grip, intertwining our fingers until they were a single, unbreakable unit. He leaned in, his voice a low whisper meant only for my ears, bypassing the senses of the others. “What, already having second thoughts? Or are you trying to back out of taking responsibility for

me?”

His warm breath feathered against my ear, sending a playful jolt, a delicious shiver, straight to my heart. My wolf stirred, her fur prickling with a sudden, localized heat as his Alpha pheromones wrapped around me like a velvet cloak.

Flustered and irritated, I glared at him.

God, he knew exactly how to needle me!

But our intimate moment wasn’t just for us. Across the room, Lola’s gaze, sharp and venomous, landed on our entwined hands, and I could practically

eel her seething hatred from where I stood. It smelled of sour rot and bitter envy.

Her eyes were glued to Grayson, then to me. She watched him, the male the entire Howlnet saw as untouchable, now looking at me. And the way he ooked at me with such utter devotion, cherish, and a possessiveness that would be almost imperceptible to anyone but a mate–was something I could only imagine was excruciating for her to witness.

Her face tightened, and I could almost hear the silent scream in her head: Why me?

Why did I get all the affection, all the love, that seemed to come so easily to me, when she stood on the sidelines of the pack, watching?

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a different scene. Someone stood rigid, hands clenched into white–knuckled fists, nails ligging so hard into her tender palms I imagined they broke the skin. The raw, bitter jealousy emanating from her was a shockwave.

didn’t need to hear the words to know exactly what was running through her mind: How could Isabella, a disgraced outcast abandoned by the Miller Pack, possibly capture Grayson’s affection?

I could practically hear the question screaming in Lola’s mind, a bitter accusation: Why did I get to come back to the Grant Pack and so easily take everything that should have been hers?

Lola’s chest rose and fell dramatically, a venomous tide of jealousy I could almost feel, pulsing and spreading through every limb, every fiber of her being. I could practically feel her wolf snarling in the dark, unwilling to concede.

Carson was positively beaming, completely oblivious to Lola, whose face was stark white as she lurked in the corner. He eagerly pulled Grayson down to sit, and in a blink, the butler was there, serving the finest elder–herry tea and pastries.

Carson turned his attention to Grayson, beaming. “Grayson,” he began, “I’m completely on board with you and Isabella. But, when do you two plan to..

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He trailed off, rubbing his hands together, a familiar twinkle of eager curiosity and hopeful anticipation lighting up his face–a look only an elder could truly embody.

Grayson cleared his throat.

I choked on a mouthful of tea, scrambling to cut Carson off.

Uncle! You don’t have to be so eager to blood–bond me off, do you?” I blurted, a blush rising to my cheeks.

Carson chuckled, looking at me with a warm, teasing glint in his eyes. “You’re both of mating age now, you know. Your mother, who loved you dearly, would certainly want you to find your mate soon. I think Grayson is a wonderful male. The sooner you settle down, the sooner I can put your incestors‘ and your mother’s minds at ease.”

Grayson set his teacup down, taking my hand and gently stroking it. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, a grounding, steadying sensation. He looked it Carson, his expression serious and earnest.

Uncle, as much as I want to bond with Isabella as soon as possible, I don’t want her to have any regrets in her pack life. There are still proper steps we need to take according to the Ancient Wolf Pacts. Just confirming our relationship and immediately performing the blood bond… I’m afraid that vouldn’t give her the full experience she deserves.”

Carson, sensing how much Grayson valued me, smiled with satisfaction. His eyes, though, were fixed on me, a question in their depths.

Alright, alright, Carson said, waving a hand. “I was just asking. As long as you two have things figured out. As for you young people’s affairs, I’m just in old Alpha, I won’t meddle too much.”

Carson’s gaze sharpened, his tone shifting. “But I still need to tell you this: while Isabella’s father wasn’t much of an Alpha to her, I’ve always been like a ather to her. If you ever dare to hurt her…”

Grayson squeezed my hand tighter, cutting him off. “Never. Isabella is my life.”

Carson didn’t seem bothered by the interruption at all. Instead, he just nodded slowly.

I’ll take your word for it,” Carson said, his expression serious.

Oh, I could tell he was dwelling for a moment on the familiar pang of letting go of his girl.‘ He’d felt such pain when his sister bonded all those years go, and now, even before I was officially off the market, he was already starting to worry. After all, Gavin had made those same promises to our amily once.

saw the sadness lurking beneath Carson’s stern face and quickly moved to reassure him.

Uncle, I said, my voice soft. “He won’t let me down.”

My past life had already proven it–I truly was his life. My wolf rested her head on her paws, a deep sense of certainty vibrating through our shared

onsciousness.

Carson shot me a look, playfully resentful, as if I’d already completely sided with Grayson.

I was caught between a laugh and a sigh. “Uncle,” I said.

Fine, fine, I’ll hold my tongue. I trust her. But Isabella, if he ever hurts you, don’t you dare be like your mother. If you’re unhappy, just come straight home to the Grant territory

I was about to nod, to reassure my uncle, when Grayson’s voice cut in. “I won’t ever let her be put in that position, he states, his gaze firm Anst shell have her own strength, her own secure footing in this world‘

That foundation, that strength–he would be the one to give it to her.

Carson nodded. I knew he understood Grayson was referring to Fire Pharmaceutis als, my company Grayson wasn’t Gavin He dular need

anything from me; he was an Alpha who already had the world.

A pleased smile finally settled on Carson’s face. “Stay and have dinner with us,‘ he offered He raised his voice, calling for the butler “Add a couple more

dishes…”

“Uncle, Grayson interjected, his gaze finding mine, Td like to take Isabella out for dinner.

Carson’s eyes twinkled with knowing. He understood – a date. His smile widened. He got it – Grayson was just as impatient to get things moving Every step of the mating process, he wanted to rush it, seize every moment.

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Carson grinned good–naturedly. “Alright, go on your date.”

“Carson!” I blurted, my face flaming.

Carson chuckled, beaming with amusement. Look at her, getting all shy now.”

Grayson’s fingers intertwined with mine, his grip firm and reassuring as he said smoothly, “We’ll be heading out now.”

And just like that, we were out the door.

I could feel Lola’s eyes on Grayson and my backs, an icy, malevolent glint in their depths that I knew was meant for me.

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A date? Fine, I thought, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. A temporary escape, perhaps, from the suffocating air of the Grant Pack’s greed. But it wouldn’t change the fact that they were stealing what was rightfully mine.

Oh, I’d just love to see how they’d manage to pull off that date.

The Howlnet adores them as a pack–sibling duo. But if they actually became mates… I wonder if their followers would even survive the shock.

A dry, humorless laugh escaped my lips. I would make sure the flood of public opinion utterly swallowed them whole.

Lola’s lips curved into a smile that was both cold and utterly venomous. My blood ran cold just looking at it. Lola’s poisoned sneer held a chilling promise, a silent message directed straight to me: Just you wait, Isabella.

The moment Carson and I stepped out, I felt Lola’s eyes burning into my back. I didn’t even have to turn around to know she was following, a shadow clinging to our heels. Of course she was.

Grayson took me to a discreet private den–restaurant, tucked away in the quiet suburbs of the territory. The atmosphere was so serene, and Grayson held my hand as he led me into a private dining room.

I noticed Lola trying to follow us, her scent trailing behind like a persistent gnat, but she was stopped at the entrance by the pack guards. She lingered outside, her gaze fixed on Grayson and me as we went in.

A short while later, Grayson and I were busy together at one of the windows. Grayson was saying something, his voice a low rumble of affection, and I just listened, my head tilted as I watched him.

The sunlight streamed through the enormous floor–to–ceiling windows, casting soft shadows across Grayson’s handsome Alpha profile. Grayson sliced my steak for me, then slid the plate over, his hand moving smoothly to pour the rich red wine into my glass.

He leaned in, his presence a sudden heat against my side, and for a breathless moment, I felt the phantom brush of his lips near my earlobe. My wolf let out a contented purr, leaning into the warmth of his body.

He picked up a piece of food, holding it to my lips, gently feeding me. I leaned into his touch, a warmth spreading through me, making my Blood–Core feel utterly safe.

What I didn’t realize then was that just beyond the glass, Susan was meticulously capturing every moment of our connection on her Howlnet device.