Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 527

Chapter 527

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This enraged me more than if they’d hurt me directly. My inner wolf paced restlessly behind my ribs, her silver fur bristling and a low, dangerous snarl vibrating in my chest. To threaten a pack–mate’s ancestral den was a violation of the highest order.

“Faye, please don’t cry.”

My voice was ice–cold as I reached out, my fingers brushing Faye’s cheek to wipe away her tears. My wolf sniffed the air, catching the salt of her grief and the underlying scent of terror that made my own fangs itch to descend.

“That den is yours, and no one is taking it. And for what they did to your mom, I’ll make sure they pay by the ancient laws.”

“Isabella…”

Faye’s tears fell harder.

She was about to say something else when her mind–link crystal rang once in her pocket.

But it only pulsed for a second before the psychic connection disconnected.

Faye picked up her crystal. The glowing surface showed a missed signal, and the rune for “Mom” flashed across it.

Her heart sank, and she immediately tried to re–establish the link.

The crystal hummed and hummed, but no one picked up.

Faye’s face went white as a sheet, and a terrible premonition washed over her.

I couldn’t just stand there. I grabbed Faye’s wrist, my grip firm, and practically dragged her out of the pack office.

“Come on,” I urged, my voice sharp with urgency. “We’re going to the Pack Healing Sanctuary right now!”

We were moving fast, a blur of lupine motion, and the moment we burst out the door, Grayson’s bodyguards–the Alphas always watching over me–immediately snapped to attention.

Grayson’s lead sentinel immediately stepped out of the shadows, his expression carefully neutral. “Miss Isabella,” he asked, “What’s going on?”

I saw him and, desperate, immediately asked, “Can you drive the enforcer?”

Faye was clearly in no state to pilot a high–speed vehicle. If I had someone else behind the wheel, I could free up my hands to do other things.

“I will.”

His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “With me. We’re driving to the Silvermoon Healing Sanctuary, and we’re going fast!”

A swift “Yes!” followed immediately.

Without a word, he fell into step right behind us.

The three of us piled into my reinforced lupine enforcer.

Once inside, I gripped Faye’s hand, feeling how violently she trembled. My wolf whined softly, wanting to nuzzle her to provide comfort, but the

of the hunt took precedence.

Irgency

Faye was still tapping her mind–link crystal over and over, but all that came through the interface was that same cold, automated psychic silence.

Her tears were threatening to spill again.

Don’t panic,” I said, my voice calm and incredibly reassuring, projecting a bit of Alpha–born authority to steady her heart.

Faye held her breath, then slowly let it out, her emotions settling slightly under the weight of my pheromones.

Clutching her hand with one of my own, I pulled a sleek, ultra–thin obsidian data–slate from my bag.

I didn’t let go until Faye’s panic began to subside.

I leaned back against the seat, placing the impossibly thin data–slate on my lap.

My fingers flew across the runic interface, a rapid, almost inaudible tap–tap–tap filling the space.

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I could feel Faye’s gaze instinctively snap to me, drawn to my focused profile and the way my fingers danced across the slate.

On the screen, lines of ancient encryption, completely incomprehensible to her, scrolled rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the slate screen flickered, and an internal pack interface, complete with the Central Territory Ward’s logo, sprang into view.

Menu

I didn’t stop. My finger glided over the trackpad, and in moments, the security shadows from the hallway outside Irene’s healing chamber flickered onto

the screen.

The image was grainy and somewhat washed out, typical of surveillance memories, but it was clear enough.

On screen, two figures were dragging a she–wolf in a white hospital gown.

“My grandma! And my uncle!” Faye’s voice shot up, thick with tears.

On the screen, Faye’s notoriously sharp–tongued grandmother and her good–for–nothing uncle, Grayson Liam Ward, each had a firm grip on Irene’s arms, practically dragging her away.

Seeing this, Faye gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. Her tears, no longer held back, streamed down her face, slipping between her fingers.

She pointed at the screen, her voice a raw, trembling mess.

“My mom… They’re taking my mom!”

My face was already an icy mask. My wolf let out a silent snarling command in the back of my mind. Hunt them.

I immediately switched the feed. The footage jumped, following the three of them through the sanctuary lobby, finally stopping in the sanctuary’s clearing for vehicles.

Next to a beat–up transport van, Grayson Liam Ward was roughly shoving Irene inside.

I immediately zoomed in on the image, the runic registration sigil slowly sharpening into focus.

I rattled off the sigil to the driver, “To Danfeng Forest Trail, follow the transport with the sigil starting with BI!”

The bodyguard acknowledged with a grunt, swerving the wheel hard, and the enforcer sharply turned, merging into another forest lane.

I sat in the back, my eyes fixed on a moving red dot on my crystal screen, calmly calling out directions via the territorial Howlnet. “They’re leaving the pack center, heading toward the wild suburbs.”

Faye was beside me, her hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles were white, yet her body still trembled uncontrollably.

I reached over and squeezed her ice–cold hand.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “Auntie will be okay.”

The transport van twisted and turned through the trails, finally pulling into an abandoned factory complex on the edge of the Silvermoon borders.

Our enforcer wasn’t far behind.

There were hardly any surveillance shadows on these suburban trails, and we lost track of the van for a moment.

Still, my wolf’s heightened senses caught the scent of exhaust and the van’s tracks hidden in a patch of overgrown weeds right at the entrance of the factory complex.

‘Stop the enforcer.”

The vehicle barely screeched to a halt before the three of us spilled out, using the cover of the night and the waning moon to stealthily approach the rusty, dilapidated factory building.

Even before we got close, vicious yelling and curses ripped through the silence from inside.

Then came Irene’s voice, thick with tears, pleading, “That den belongs to my mate and me! We had a blood–agreement! You were supposed to take the tribute reserves, and we–my pup and I–would keep the den! How can you go back on your word like this?!”

“Pah!” Grayson Liam Ward’s voice cut through the air, dripping with scorn. “Joint pack property? What agreement?! That den was bought with my brother’s hard–earned silver. What right do you, an outsider female, have to claim it? We’ve found you a new mate. You bond with him, and you’ll have nothing to do with our Grayson family ever again!”

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Old Mrs. Grayson and Grayson Liam Ward kept up their vicious tirade, echoing each other. Their words were utterly vile, each one sharper than the

last.

“Listen to me,” Old Mrs. Grayson barked, “You’re bonding with this male today, whether you like it or not! Otherwise, we’ll sell you off to some remote omega village, and you can forget about ever seeing your good–for–nothing she–pup again!”

Old Mrs. Grayson’s voice rose, shrill and cutting. “As for that deadbeat girl, Faye, I’ve already found her a mate too. What does a she–pup need a den for anyway?! My eldest male pup is the one who needs a den for his blood–bonding ceremony!”

The words had barely left her lips when she shot a look toward the shadows.

My stomach clenched as a corpulent middle–aged wolf lumbered out from the corner. His greasy fur was matted in clumps, and the filthy tunic he wore was stretched taut, practically bursting at the seams over his bulging belly. His pheromones hit me like a wave of rancid meat and sour sweat, making my wolf gag.

His small eyes, glinting with a predatory greed, locked onto Irene. He rubbed his hands together, a repulsive smile spreading across his lips, making my

skin crawl.

“Heh–heh,” he chuckled, a leering sound that sent a shiver of disgust down my spine. “Auntie Grayson, is this the… mate you promised me? She’s quite a looker, alright.”

He spoke, then began to stalk towards Irene, his steps slow and deliberate, his pupils dilating as his inner beast surfaced. As he moved, he casually tossed a thick envelope of silver–credits to Old Lady Grayson.

Irene’s voice was a desperate whimper. “Y–you… don’t come any closer!”

Her face had gone stark white with terror, and her body instinctively recoiled, shrinking back until her spine hit the cold, unforgiving stone wall. There was nowhere left for her to run.

“What are you cowering for?!” Old Lady Grayson sneered, her voice sharp. He’s your mate now! You’d better make sure you know how to please his

wolf!”

Old Lady Grayson, oblivious to Irene’s terror, ran her fingers over the thick envelope, testing its weight. A satisfied smirk stretched her lips as she tucked it into her pocket–the agreed–upon twenty thousand silver–credits.

The greasy wolf’s smile twisted, growing even fouler as he watched Irene’s terrified face.

He lunged, a sudden, animalistic motion, his hand already reaching for Irene’s clothes, his claws beginning to unsheathe, intent on tearing them.

“Ah-!”

Irene’s scream was raw, piercing, echoing through the cavernous emptiness of the factory.

“Mom!”

“Lexi, are you going to apologize or