Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 516

Chapter 516

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Andrew’s head was bowed, but I saw the flash in his eyes–a towering, venomous hatred. I could practically feel the destructive impulse radiating off his wolf, a violent storm just barely contained beneath his skin. The air around him was heavy with the scent of bitter ozone and a predator pushed to the

brink.

What Julia wouldn’t tell him–what I already knew–was that after they entered their blood bond, she’d gone straight to the Elder Alpha of the Smith family to complain. And Grayson, in his characteristic Alpha way, had completely upended the Smith family’s dynamics because of it.

Her vaults, I knew, had been sealed shut by Grayson moon–cycles ago. Any silver she had on her now was just the allowance her mother discreetly slipped her.

I knew her mother spoiled her rotten, being her father’s child, but the Blair lineage still couldn’t compare to the Smiths. Andrew’s own silver was strictly for her lavish spending at the pack boutiques, not for anyone else.

There was no way she’d ever spend a single coin on the Miller family’s survival.

And besides, she saw every bit of wealth as strictly her own, meant solely for her pleasure, never to be poured into the Silvermoon Pack’s bottomless pit.

Andrew, sensing the sheer disdain in Julia’s scent, lowered his head and sank to his knees before her, a submissive gesture that must have made his internal wolf howl in agony. He humbly pressed his foot against hers.

‘Please,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Julia looked down at him, a cruel smile playing on her lips. His pathetic submission clearly thrilled her she–wolf.

This was exactly how she wanted to see the Alpha who had dared to claim her.

‘Begging me?” she purred, extending a foot. Her delicate toes hooked under his chin, forcing his head up. “Words alone aren’t very sincere, are they? A real wolf shows his devotion through more… primal means.”

Andrew’s body went rigid.

He stared into Julia’s eyes, which glittered with sly suggestion and cruel mockery, and his stomach lurched. His wolf whimpered, recoiling from the shallow, toxic scent of her.

He found her utterly repulsive.

But he was a master of concealment, tucking away his darkest thoughts where Julia’s wolf would never see them.

Or maybe Julia did see them and simply didn’t care.

The Silvermoon Pack was already crumbling, and with Grayson now actively targeting them, what ripples could Andrew possibly hope to make in the Great Lake territories?

She let her toes trace a slow, deliberate path across his jaw, her voice light and mocking.

‘Make me happy,‘ she said, her eyes glinting, and maybe I can help you a little more.”

I saw Andrew’s fists clench at his sides, his knuckles stark white as they pressed against his thighs. His nails must have been digging into his palins, because a palpable tension radiated from him, a raw fury he was barely containing. It was like the self–inflicted pain was the only thing tethering him to his sanity, stopping him from shifting and tearing her throat out.

Time seemed to stretch, agonizingly.

I could almost picture Andrew, on his knees, his gaze fixed on the floor, not daring to lift his eyes without Julia’s explicit permission.

But I knew, even if no one else did, that behind that subservient posture, his eyes must have been bloodshot, filled with a brutal rage he desperately tried

to hide. He couldn’t lift his head because he couldn’t let Julia see the storm of his inner wolf brewing inside him

Then, I imagined Julia, picking up her Howlnet device with that lazy nonchalance of hers, tapping a few times, completely indifferent to the Alpha groveling before her.

A soft chime broke the silence.

It was a crisp notification sound from Andrew’s device.

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Fifty million silver coins, Andrew. Make it last.” Julia’s voice, I knew, would have been dripping with that post–coital laziness and the sickening superiority she always exuded when she felt she held power. “Next time you want something from me, make sure you come up with something as… inventive as you did today. I was very pleased.”

Andrew didn’t move.

He stayed there, on his knees, utterly still, like a wolf stripped of its soul.

Julia didn’t even spare him another glance, rising to disappear into the bathing den.

Moments later, the sound of rushing water filled the air from within.

It was only then that Andrew slowly pushed himself up, turning to take heavy, deliberate steps. Each movement seemed stiff, as if the very air in that Royal Manor was an unbearable weight pressing against him as he walked out.

He made it back to his hauler, reaching for the door, but the thought of getting behind the wheel must have been impossible for him. He couldn’t drive, not with his wolf claws threatening to burst through his skin.

Instead, he gripped the side of the hauler, his body spasming as he threw up, violent retches emptying his stomach of the sickness he felt.

He retched until there was nothing left, then kept dry heaving, his body convulsing uselessly.

By the time he finally made it back to the Miller family villa, the night was already deep, the moon high and mocking.

He burst into the bathroom, snatching up a toothbrush. He squeezed half a tube of paste onto it, then practically jammed it into his mouth with savage

force.

He scrubbed every corner of his mouth with furious intensity. I could almost imagine the raw, metallic tang of blood that would have filled his mouth, the pink froth he’d spit into the stone sink. He must have brushed until his gums were bleeding, until the physical pain numbed the emotional degradation.

Only then did he stop, turning to wrench the faucet on and crank the water temperature as high as it would go.

Later, I pictured him in the shower, scalding hot water raining down, stinging his skin. But I knew, deep down, he wouldn’t have felt it.

He would have grabbed the wash–gel, scrubbing himself raw, once, twice, a third time… trying to erase her scent from his skin, from his mind, from the very memory of what he’d endured. His wolf was snarling internally, trying to lick away the phantom mating marks of a woman he loathed.

He scrubbed his skin raw, parts of it broken and bleeding, before he finally stopped.

He just stood there, letting the scalding water assault his body, a silent torrent washing over him.

I watched him notice his reflection in the mirror nearby–a disheveled, unrecognizable stranger staring back.

He lunged forward, slamming into the mirror.

A sickening thud echoed.

His fist slammed into the mirrored surface, and a spiderweb of cracks exploded across the glass.

My breath hitched as I watched dark, vivid blood begin to seep and snake its way down the fractured lines.

He lifted his head slowly, his gaze locked on his own reflection, now distorted and streaked with crimson

The humiliation and disgust clung to him like a festering wound, gnawing relentlessly at his sanity.

I sensed his simmering resentment towards Julia for trampling all over his Alpha pride, but I knew his hatred for me tan even deeper

I knew he blamed me for every single thing that had gone wrong since the Blood Dormancy began

I could almost feel the raw, tearing hatred that must have been consuming him, threatening to rip him apart from the inside

Just then, his device buzzed violently on the wet ledge, his assistant’s name lighting up the screen.

He took a deep, ragged breath, then haphazardly wrapped his bleeding hand in a towel. When he finally answered the link, his voice was a taw, unrecognizable rasp.

“Speak.”

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“Alpha! Incredible news!” the assistant’s voice practically vibrated with excitement through the link. “I just got word–the ‘Golden Claw‘ from the Great Exchange, Sebastian White, he’s back in the territory!”

Sebastian. The name alone, I knew, must have been a shock to him.

I could imagine the name, like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the chaos that had consumed his mind.

He was a legend, a mythical figure in international pack finance, known for his razor–sharp instincts and uncanny ability to turn every territory he touched into gold. His projects never failed, yielding returns of many times over, sometimes even dozens of times. He rarely made a move, but when he did, it sent shockwaves through every pack council.

I knew that if he could only secure an investment from Sebastian…

…the Silvermoon Pack’s crisis might just be averted.

Then, I caught a glimpse of something unexpected–a faint sliver of light piercing through the heavy darkness I usually saw in Andrew.

“Where is he?” Andrew’s voice was taut with agitation.

They say he’s incredibly hard to track down, but tonight, he’s dining at Cloudcrest Manor!”

“Find a way. Whatever it takes, I need to see him. Use the pack’s influence if you have to.”

After hanging up, Andrew stared at his reflection, his bloodshot eyes burning, his face a repulsive mask. A twisted smile stretched his lips, charged with a desperate, all–or–nothing madness.

Isabella, Julia, Grayson… Just you wait.

When I rise again, I’ll make every single one of you kneel at my feet!

Cloud Top Mansion. The top–floor revolving restaurant.

I stirred my coffee, my gaze drifting out to the dazzling lights of the territory below, a languid contentment settling deep within my wolf.

The male sitting across from me wore a well–tailored beige casual suit, a gentle, refined air about him. Behind his gold–rimmed glasses, a subtle smile touched his eyes.

“Still got that sweet tooth, I see,” Sebastian commented, pushing a slice of tiramisu my way. “For all those winters I was abroad, every time I saw this, I thought of you.”

Sebastian was an online acquaintance I’d met moons ago. We both shared a passion for pack finance, and he was one of my few true confidantes outside the Silvermoon hierarchy.

“I heard you’ve left the Miller lineage,” he said, a hint of concern in his voice. “What are your plans now? Inferno Apothecary has incredible potential, and so many international packs are interested in Inferno’s medical nanorobots. Why don’t you come to the European territories with me and develop your career there?”

I scooped a spoonful of the tiramisu. The sweet, rich flavor melted on my tongue, a familiar comfort. My wolf hummed in satisfaction, the sugar calming her usual edge.

I’m not looking to leave the territory just yet,” I replied.

I lifted my gaze, my eyes drifting to the shimmering expanse of territory lights outside the window.

This pack territory held the people I was determined to protect.

Just then, my device screen lit up.

It was a telepathic ping from Grayson.

[Where are you?]

Two words. Concise. Commanding. Undeniable Alpha energy.

I curved my lips, sending him my current coordinates at the restaurant.

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