Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 525

Chapter 525

But I want to carry you in

Grayson held me even tighter, his Alpha strength completely steady, not budging an inch even as my slender, pale legs kicked against him. I could feel the low, possessive rumble of his wolf, a deep vibration in his chest that made Nala’s fur stand on end with a mix of submission and desire.

He carried me steadily toward the sanctuary villa.

Then he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and smelling of rain–slicked pine, “Isabella, welcome home. This is our home.”

My heart instantly skipped a beat. My wolf whined softly, circling within me.

Home…

I was still reeling from the shock of those two words when Grayson, still carrying me, arrived at the blood–signature security system.

Scan your fingerprint.”

His tone was matter–of–fact, the command of an Alpha leaving no room for argument.

Before I knew it, I instinctively, obediently extended my right index finger to the glowing silver sensor.

Beep–blood–essence recognized. Welcome home, mistress.”

The cold, electronic voice, at that moment, felt like it carried a warmth that settled deep in my chest, a formal recognition of my place in his territory.

The heavy oak doors, reinforced with ancient runes, swung open slowly, revealing a perfect space before me a seamless blend of luxury and refined

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But what truly stunned me was the shimmering private lake in the backyard, visible through the expansive living room. The water reflected the stars, himmering with a spiritual light.

by the lake, a breathtakingly romantic dinner had been set up, seemingly out of nowhere.

A crisp white tablecloth, gleaming silver cutlery, flickering candlelight, and the delicate scent of crushed lilies and Alpha pheromones perfuming the ir… On the lake itself, countless lotus lanterns floated, scattering light across the surface like a fallen galaxy.

Grayson carried me through the grand living room, all the way to the dinner table.

He showed no intention of putting me down. Instead, he settled into one of the chairs, pulling me onto his lap with a smooth, effortless movement that howcased his predatory grace.

stiffened instantly in that position, every muscle locking up. To a werewolf, sitting on an Alpha’s lap was a sign of total claiming.

Grayson…” I whispered, trying to subtly shift, a sudden wave of awkwardness washing over me.

Don’t move,‘ he murmured.

lis voice was low, a gentle rumble against my ear as his chin settled on my shoulder. His arms, already around me, tightened, pulling me flush against im until I was utterly encased in his scent and his heat.

Just like this, he pleaded softly. Stay with me for a bit.

caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, and it dawned on me that at some point, the grand dining room had emptied of the pack servants, raving only the two of us.

Grayson reached for the knife and fork on the table, then, with a slow, deliberate grace, he cut a small piece of steak.

The faint clink of silver against porcelain echoed softly in the quiet.

le brought the fork, laden with the tender bite, to my lips.

Try it.

His eyes, intense and unwavering amber, were fixed on my face, as if ensuring I ate this one bite was the most crucial task in his territory There was no escape. After a tense few seconds, during which I wrestled with my discomfort and the frantic beating of Nala ny lips.

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The beef was so tender, I barely had to chew. The warm, savory juices burst in my mouth instantly, rich with nutrients meant for a hunting wolf.

It truly was delicious.

I looked at Grayson and nodded instinctively.

He seemed to understand exactly what I meant. A smile played on his lips as he cut another piece and fed it to me.

After he fed me several more bites, my cheeks felt warm. I reached out and took the fork from his hand.

“You should eat too.”

Mimicking him, I speared a stalk of asparagus and held it to his lips.

Grayson watched

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his eyes so dark they seemed bottomless, his wolf rising to the surface to look through his pupils.

He hummed a low sound.

I thought he was going to eat it, but he simply tilted his head, mudging the asparagus aside, and then his lips were on mine.

His kiss came, swift and heavy, an Alpha’s claim that left me no room to breathe

A buzzing filled my head, obliterating every thought. Nala was howling now, her spirit pressing against mine, begging me to give in to the fated mate bond.

My hands instinctively fisted the front of his shirt, the fabric bunching tightly in my grip, like a drowning person clutching the only piece of driftwood

in a storm.

The wind by the lake was undeniably cool, yet the heat radiating from his body was scorching, almost frightening in its intensity.

His breathing grew heavier, more ragged, and I saw his pupils blow wide, nearly eclipsing the amber. His movements started to lose their human control–the raw, wild edge of the wolf taking over.

My heart hammered against my ribs. I finally clawed back a sliver of my senses from the sudden chaos of our merging pheromones, and a strange, unfamiliar panic began to coil in my gut.

I turned my head slightly, dodging his lips.

‘Grayson…”

My voice was light and shaky, laced with a desperate plea, almost broken.

That single, fractured word was like a bucket of ice water dousing Grayson from head to toe.

His movements instantly stiffened. I could feel the struggle within him, his Alpha wolf snarling at the interruption while his human mind fought for

restraint.

His forehead remained pressed against mine, his chest still heaving, and his ragged breaths puffed against my face, scorching hot.

His eyes were intensely dark, locked on my lips, still flushed from his kiss. I watched his throat work as he swallowed his primal urges.

It took him several long seconds, as if every ounce of his strength was battling against the moon’s pull, before he finally forced himself to release me.

I’m sorry.”

His voice was rough, raw, like sandpaper grating against stone.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he sprang to his feet and strode toward the villa, never once glancing back.

His steps were quick, almost frantic, and his retreating back looked like he was running away from something–or from the temptation I presented to

his wolf.

He was gone, but I was still frozen on the chair, my heart hammering against my ribs, refusing to settle down.

I tentatively lifted a hand to my face and found my skin burning beneath my fingertips.

My lips felt numb, a tingling ache settling in their wake–the mark of a kiss that was almost a bite

I stood up and walked to the lake, needing the mountain breeze to blow away the heat that was scorching me from the inside out

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But even after a long while of the wind blowing, while the heat on my face finally subsided, the tremor in my heart refused to leave.

A moment later, Grayson returned.

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He had changed into fresh casual clothes, and his hair was still wet, water dripping from the ends–a clear sign he’d just taken a cold shower to suppress his wolf’s fire.

He carried the damp, fresh scent of a recent shower, looking much more composed, but his gaze, when it found mine, was still just as deep, still holding that predatory focus.

Grayson didn’t sit beside me this time. Instead, he pulled out a chair across the table, deliberately placing that distance between our personal auras.

Let’s eat,” he said, his voice still low, almost subdued.

The silence throughout dinner was stifling, almost deafening to my sensitive ears.

Neither of us spoke a word; the only sounds breaking the quiet were the soft, occasional clinks of our forks and knives against the plates.

kept my head bowed, unable to look at him, the burning heat in my cheeks refusing to subside.

Grayson hadn’t touched his food, instead slowly nursing several glasses of ice water, as if that was the only way to keep the wolf at bay.

The whole meal, we were both pretty distracted, lost in the confusing tangle of our blood bond.

After dinner, Grayson drove me back to the Miller family home in his spirit–steed sedan.

The silence in the car was still thick, but it wasn’t the same as during dinner.

The earlier quiet had been pure awkwardness, but this new silence felt heavier, charged with something else entirely–an unspoken intimacy that was beginning to ripple between our wolves.

A nascent tension, a connection that was impossible to name but felt as old as the stars.

Too soon, the car pulled up in front of Miles Miller’s villa and came to a stop.

unbuckled my seatbelt, the click shockingly loud in the quiet, and murmured, “I’m here. Drive safe.”

I’d barely finished speaking when I reached for the door handle, ready to slip out, but a warm, large hand closed around my wrist, stopping me.

My gaze snapped to his, locking with Grayson’s eyes, dark and fathomless.

He simply uttered my name. “Isabella.”

‘Hm? I managed, my voice small.

Grayson was the one who broke the lingering silence, leaning over to press a soft, feather–light kiss against my forehead–a tender gesture that felt more like a promise than the heated kiss from before.

‘Get some rest,” he murmured, his voice impossibly gentle.

I nodded, the gesture feeling strangely fragile, and unbuckled my seatbelt again. “You drive safe too, I replied.

I pushed the door open and stepped out, walking away from the car and into the Miller villa, still feeling the warmth of his gentle gaze on my back until the door closed behind me.

I was oblivious, too lost in the warmth of the moment to notice the hidden lens in the nearby darkness, already capturing the intimate goodbye kiss Grayson and I had just shared in the car.

The next morning.

#OurSweet Couple

The hashtag, with an undeniable, unstoppable momentum, had skyrocketed to the number one trending spot on the Howlner

Tapping on my communicator, I found a stunningly beautiful, high–definition photo.

Under the cloak of night, in the sleek black luxury car, his tall Alpha frame had leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to my forehe accomplice, streamed through the window, outlining the perfect curve of his profile and illuminating the exquisite features

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Though only a glimpse of my profile was visible, that fleeting image was enough to captivate anyone in the Silvermoon Pack.

I couldn’t deny it: the photo was absolutely stunning. The angle was flawless, the ambiance perfectly captured, making it look even more breathtaking than a professionally retouched movie poster for a romantic drama. The entire pack now knew who the Alpha’s heart belonged to.

As a werewolf cultural anthropologist and a scribe of the Silvermoon Pack, I have chronicled the shifting tides of our society. Here is the translated account of Chapter 525, seen through the eyes of Isabella, where the digital howls of the pack meet the ancient, predatory instincts of our blood.

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