Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 513

Chapter 513

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In the living room, I noticed Wendy’s tense posture finally begin to relax. My wolf huffed, sensing the shift in her pheromones from sharp anxiety to a dull, greedy satisfaction.

I knew what that meant. As long as it wasn’t about dividing up the pack inheritance or the ancestral lands, she was fine.

Just then, I saw the screen of her Howlnet pad light up on the armrest of the sofa, followed by a faint vibration that hummed through the wood.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught Wendy’s gaze flick to the glowing screen. A name was flashing there – Susan.

I watched her pupils abruptly contract, her wolf surfacing just enough to turn her eyes a muddy amber. She instinctively gripped the device tighter, her gaze darting quickly to her mate, Carson.

Carson was deep in a telepathic or low–voiced conversation with Evan, not even sparing her a glance. Wendy stood up, trying to appear nonchalant, though her scent was spiked with a sudden, sharp agitation.

She clutched her Howlnet pad, hurrying back to her room and disappearing into the bathing chamber.

I remembered Wendy in that other life, her spine pressed against the frigid stone wall, finally hitting the answer button, her voice dropping to a near whisper that only a werewolfs keen ears could catch.

‘Hello?” she’d breathed.

‘Sis… it’s me.” Susan’s voice was a blend of hushed flattery and an almost imperceptible hint of malice.

Didn’t I tell you not to contact me via the link unless it’s important?” Wendy’s tone was dripping with impatience and disgust.

‘Sister,” Susan said, “I’m calling to let you know it’s time to get the Grant Pack involved. Have them buy that land in the West Barren Territory.” Wendy’s breath hitched. Even in her own room, she instinctively paused, her ears swiveling to listen for any sounds from outside.

Yes, right now. That land is a trap, a blighted pit that can bring down the Grant lineage. This is our only chance.”

could almost hear Wendy wrestling with Susan’s words. There was a pause, a tense silence on the line, before she finally spoke again, her voice now edged with a chilling resolve that made my wolf’s fur stand on end.

I understand.”

She probably thought she was so clever, so discreet, pulling her own strings in the dark of the pack. But she was blind, oblivious to the fact that a much ›igger, more intricate web had already been spun by the ancient laws, meticulously and silently, slowly trapping us all within its threads.

Downstairs, in the living room.

was sitting on the sofa, Howlnet sync–buds over my ears, hearing their entire conversation loud and clear through the intercepted frequency.

in my past life, I knew the Grant Pack, working hand–in–hand with Susan and the Silvermoon Millers, had orchestrated her uncle’s purchase of that prawling, cursed land in the western reaches of the territory.

The truth was, that plot of land was contaminated with silver–dust runoff. If that had been the only problem, the Grant Pack would’ve just been out a few hundred million pack–credits.

But Andrew and Gavin, working hand–in–hand with Susan, pushed Uncle to build a Grand Healing Lodge on that very spot.

And they used the cheapest, shabbiest materials and charms imaginable.

Once the Lodge was completed, a Council inspection revealed severe silver–poisoning contamination. It was declared unfit for any wolf to inhabit, and hundreds of billions of credits were just… gone.

But the truth was, only a few tens of billions had actually been spent on the dens. The rest of the wealth had vanished straight into the Miller family’s

and Susan’s coffers.

And even that wasn’t enough for them. They deliberately orchestrated the Lodge’s collapse during a full moon ceremony and fabricated a ridiculously high death toll of pups and elders.

Ultimately, Uncle was held responsible for those fabricated casualties by the Ancient Wolf Covenants and thrown into the Shadow Dungeons.

The Grant Pack, caught in a devastating crisis of trust among the other clans, went bankrupt and was nearly dissolved,

My lips curved into a cold, bitter smile. My wolf showed her teeth in the dark.

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Well, if they loved that blighted land so much, they could keep it for themselves this time.

The next day, I found myself at the Silvermoon Pack Holdings headquarters.

Outside the top–floor Council room, the atmosphere was thick with dominant pheromones and tension.

The moment I arrived at the Silvermoon territory, Andrew was notified.

I’d barely stepped out of the lifting–chamber when Andrew’s secretary, a low–ranking she–wolf, intercepted me.

The secretary’s face was plastered with a professional, fake smile, but her scent reeked of unconcealed contempt.

“I’m sorry, Miss Isabella, Mr. Andrew is currently holding a board meeting with the Elders, and you are not authorized to participate.”

“I’m not authorized?”

I repeated her words, the phrase sounding like the punchline of a twisted joke.

I didn’t even bother to spare the she–wolf another glance, my gaze cutting straight through her and landing on the tightly shut heavy oak doors.

I currently hold 45% of Silvermoon’s Ancestral Blood–Stakes. If I can’t participate, then who the hell can?”

The secretary’s smile instantly froze. I was the second largest stakeholder with real power in the pack, after all.

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With a slight push, I moved the she–wolf aside–my Alpha blood making her instinctively flinch–and strode directly to the heavy, solid wood door, shoving it open with all my might.

BANG-

Inside the massive Council room, the Elders, who had been locked in heated debate, instantly fell silent. Dozens of pairs of glowing eyes shot in my direction, a unified, sharp glare.

At the head of the long stone conference table, Andrew’s face was grim. The moment his gaze landed on me, a flicker of shock crossed his eyes, quickly norphing into a furious Alpha rage.

Isabella! Who let you in?!”

ignored his roar.

walked deliberately to the table in my heels, the sound echoing like a challenge. I pulled out an empty chair and settled into it with unhurried grace.

My movements were imbued with an elegant composure, as if I owned the entire territory.

Why can’t I be here?” I lifted my gaze, letting it sweep calmly over every face in the room. “As the second–largest stakeholder of Silvermoon Corp., do

not even have the right to participate in a Council meeting? If I don’t have the right, then who here does?”

knew the truth: I held the most stakes. Andrew’s shares, even combined with everyone else’s in the Miller family, barely amounted to 51% of the total.

These were all sharp minds in the room; their gazes collectively shifted to Andrew.

A subtle current of preference for me rippled through the room. They weren’t fools; they knew my leverage. With Inferno Apothecary and the Smith Pack behind me, I was a force to be reckoned with.

Aligning with me would be to their advantage, and they knew it.

Andrew’s face, already dark, now flushed a furious, ugly purple. I watched him clench his jaw, a muscle ticking in his temple. He knew their calculus, understood the unspoken advantage I held. That knowledge was clearly a bitter pill, forcing him to swallow his growl.

Fine, he bit out, his voice tight. ‘Since we’re all here, let’s resume the meeting.”

They’d just let me into the Elder meetings, wouldn’t they? And I’d be utterly clueless, right? Did they truly believe I thought my skills in taking Inferno global would be enough to make my mark in pack business? Enough to get one up on an Alpha like him?

Dream on.

I leaned back slightly in my chair, my hands folded on the table. A deep sense of control settled over me.

My calm, commanding posture clearly grated on Andrew, but he bit back his frustration and forced the meeting to go on.

So, we’re really passing on that land in the West Barren Territory?”

The words hung in the air for a beat too long, then a profound, suffocating silence swallowed the entire Council room.

A small stakeholder, his voice barely more than a murmur, finally broke the tension. “We just went over this,” he said. “Mr. Andrew already said he

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wouldn’t be participating in the bidding.”

He was definitely trying to curry favor with me; his tone was noticeably polite.

He also clearly had his eye on that land, knowing everyone else in the surrounding packs was practically clamoring for it.

I knew that was a prime area for pack development. A healing sanctuary or a great lodge there? It would be a surefire moneymaker.

I agree to bid,” I said.

“I object!”

Andrew’s voice cracked with agitation.

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He clearly believed that plot of land was a fatal lure, a death trap waiting to spring. And I was proposing the Silvermoon Pack jump headfirst into it?

His face, already pale, drained further, a mask of pure horror as his eyes fixed on me. I didn’t need him to say it; I could almost hear the frantic questions churning in his mind through the pack–link. Had I discovered his secret? Was that why I’d abruptly shown up at Silvermoon HQ and, even more suspiciously, suddenly suggested bidding on that specific piece of land?

That area is slated for territory development. Building a healing sanctuary or a lodge there would be a guaranteed moneymaker! Why aren’t we bidding.

on it?”

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

Andrew’s lips tightened into a thin line. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t breathe a single word about the land being compromised, a trap specifically laid out to ensnare the Grant Pack.

Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on Andrew’s forehead, and he could only grit his teeth, scrambling for an excuse.

The development prospects for that territory are unclear, the risks are too high. It’s not a suitable investment for our pack!”

Is that so?” I chuckled softly, pulling a document from my folder and tossing it onto the table.

This is the assessment report from Silvermoon’s venture capital department for the West Barren plot. Over the next three moon–cycles, its ppreciation potential is estimated to be over three hundred percent.”

Andrew’s face instantly flushed a deep, angry red. Every single one of his flimsy excuses had been effortlessly shot down by me.

The others in the room, seeing that the risk assessment came from Silvermoon’s own trackers, immediately perked up.

I still don’t agree!” he blurted out, repeating himself, his Alpha aura flickering desperately.

With a casual ease that clearly irked him, I proposed, “Then let’s put it to a vote.”

Andrew’s eyes flashed with what I knew was a calculated glint. “Fine!” he declared. “A vote it is! All those against bidding on the land, please raise your

Lands!”

He clearly wanted to prove to me, right here in front of the board, who truly held more power over the pack’s will.

Almost the moment his words died down, and with a pointed glance from him, several people raised their hands in unison.

swept my gaze across the room, and almost half the hands shot up.

But I just stared at him, my gaze ice–cold, as if he were the most clueless pup I’d ever laid eyes on.

Mr. Andrew, have you perhaps forgotten? According to the Silvermoon Pack’s Articles of Association and the Ancient Wolf Covenants, for any decision concerning major ancestral acquisitions, voting power is determined by the proportion of Blood–Stakes held by each shareholder.”

If you insist on playing this game, then I’ll just split my stakes into twenty pieces and bring in