Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 533

Chapter 533

Even the Elder Council Judges on the panel were looking incredibly impressed, their faces alight with a primal excitement.

“Amazing! That was pure genius!”

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The spiritual resonance and emotion were flawless! Who composed that piece? I’ve never heard such a breathtaking melody–it speaks to the very soul of the wolf!”

That pup has an incredibly bright future within the clans!”

The scores came in quickly on the glowing runic board.

I saw Vivian’s eyes turn red, brimming with excitement as the scores flashed. My wolf let out a satisfied purr; we knew the power of that melody.

Almost every Elder had given her a near–perfect score!

Her average score was already climbing, radiating through the Howlnet link as the pack members watching from afar sent pulses of approval.

Vivian was practically guaranteed to take the highest score of the entire Rite.

And her score would undoubtedly blow every other contestant out of the water!

Her eyes instinctively darted in my direction, a look of pure triumph blazing in them.

Lola, who was scheduled to perform after Vivian, looked absolutely livid after hearing the piece. Her scent had turned acrid, the sharp tang of burnt >zone and jealousy filling the air.

Because that was the exact piece she was planning to play!

Lola’s eyes, still seething with a predatory hunger, followed Vivian’s gaze directly to me. A cold flicker of recognition crossed her face–she knew. She ecognized me as the she–wolf from the doorway, I thought, a sudden chill running down my spine.

had intentionally given her those very pieces. And I’d deliberately arranged for this she–wolf to perform right before Lola.

knew Lola must be burning with rage, her wolf scratching at the surface, wondering how I dared to challenge her.

watched Lola, her face turning ashen with fury, sway on her feet as if her wolf might abandon her and she’d topple over.

Even Wendy, who was beside me, seemed to sense something was off during Vivian’s performance. Her Alpha–adjacent pride wavered, her eyes videned, and she abruptly shot to her feet, her fur bristling under her suit.

A ripple of recognition started in the audience. I heard whispers through the telepathic hum, then saw pointing fingers as someone recognized me, and hen, even through her disguise, identified Vivian.

Is that… Vivian?‘ I heard a voice from the row behind me exclaim through the mind–link. “The one in front must be Isabella!”

Yeah, that’s Isabella up front!” another voice agreed, closer now. “She came to support her top artist in the Rite! Isabella really cares about Vivian!”

That disguise, someone else chimed in, “she definitely didn’t want to be recognized, afraid of influencing the Elders‘ scores. Artists from Isabella’s pack re always so low–key!”

The whispers grew into a buzz, but the scores were already in. Vivian had nothing left to fear or hide. Under the combined gaze of every wolf in the

all, she slowly, deliberately, reached up and removed the silver mask from her face.

fer delicate features were revealed, undeniable. It was none other than the popular powerhouse singer of the Howlnet, Vivian!

A collective gasp, then a roar-

The entire venue erupted in a celebratory howl!

The chatter around me erupted. “It’s really Vivian!” I heard someone gasp.

‘She’s not just an amazing singer, she plays the violin so beautifully too! Her wolf must be purely melodic!”

A different voice chimed in, “Sister Miller truly intends to make her a professional singer, doesn’t she? Sister Miller is an incredible Alpha; she’s not milking Vivian’s fame at its peak, but actively trying to elevate her. I’d kill for a pack leader like that!”

Bathed in that electrifying atmosphere, Vivian slowly descended the stage.

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Wendy gritted her teeth, her ears undoubtedly catching the fervent defenses of both Vivian and me echoing from the back rows.

Even though she clearly felt something was deeply wrong–her instinct as a high–ranking she–wolf screaming at her–I knew she had no choice but to swallow it for now.

Her worried gaze, however, kept flickering towards the backstage area.

Just then, a staff member’s voice cut through the air, hurried and urgent: “Next up, contestant number 32, Lola. Please prepare to take the stage.”

Lola took a deep, shaky breath, visibly forcing her wolf to settle.

Don’t panic. I could almost hear her tell herself.

I saw Lola’s eyes narrow, a frantic calculation in them. She still had other pieces, I knew. She wasn’t completely out of options yet.

This song. My song. The one she’d stolen, the one she’d dared to claim under her own blood–seal. Lola. The audacity burned in my veins, making my wolf growl low in my throat.

A smug certainty radiated off her as if she believed that once she exposed Vivian, a mere Howlnet celebrity couldn’t possibly compete with her, a Grant family heiress.

Besides, she must have been convinced that with her sudden change of music on stage, Wendy would absolutely come to her defense, ready to fight her

pack battles.

With that smug conviction settling in, I watched Lola straighten her back, a proud peacock strutting onto the stage, every bit her confidence restored.

But the instant she drew her bow across the strings for the first note, I saw the subtle shift in Wendy’s posture, a flicker of something close to alarm in her eyes. I knew she felt something was off.

Of course, she would. Wendy spent every day with Lola, practicing in their private den. She’d know if Lola had changed the piece.

3ut no one else knew. With Vivian’s performance having set such a high bar, a gleaming moonstone laid bare for all to see, Lola’s playing immediately ell short, almost embarrassingly so.

watched the Elders listen, their expressions shifting to undisguised regret.

I wasn’t that the song itself was bad–it was easily as captivating as the one Vivian had just played. But while Contestant No.32’s technique was ertainly good, it simply couldn’t compare to Vivian’s innate talent and natural Alpha charisma. The difference was stark, a chasm between a cub and a easoned hunter.

The could only play the notes, mimic the structure, but she utterly failed to grasp its soul, its very essence.

All technique, no true feeling. A hollow performance that left the wolves in the audience restless.

The audience and judges felt it too, their reactions mirroring mine. When the final note faded, the applause was embarrassingly sparse, barely a whispe n the wind.

The Elders exchanged quick glances, murmuring amongst themselves, and then, without much deliberation, they held up their scores.

saw the exact moment the color drained from Lola’s face as her final score blazed onto the big runic board.

She’d been the last contestant, so sure she’d be the showstopper, the grand finale of the Silvermoon territory. Now, she was just a punchline.

The rankings were announced swiftly, and her score? It only landed her in fourth place.

I knew the rules: only the top three from these preliminary rounds would advance to the finals of the Vienna International Rite of Melodies

She was fourth. Eliminated. Just like that.

For her, it meant all her previous boasting and the grand expectations she’d built up for herself had just dissolved into a pathetic joke

I saw her fists clench, her nails digging into her palms so hard I knew it must hurt. It was the only thing, I figured, stopping her wolf from utterly shattering on stage.

I could see the resolve hardening in her eyes. She wouldn’t break, not yet. Not when she still had a way to fight back using the ancient pack laws Wendy shot up from her seat, her face a mask of fury, her gaze locked onto the glaring ranking on stage

I watched as disbelief contorted her features.

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Her Lola, so talented, her performance so stunning–how could she possibly only place fourth? I could almost hear the indignant question screaming inside Wendy’s head.

She spun around and headed backstage, her heels clicking like the snapping of teeth on the stone floor.

As soon as the awards ceremony wrapped, Lola walked off the stage and disappeared backstage

Wendy was waiting by the backstage exit.

The celebratory bouquet Wendy had prepared for Lola, a symbol of her dashed hopes, lay crumpled in a nearby trash can, a stark testament to her fury.

The moment she spotted Lola, she rushed forward.

Lola kept her head bowed, her face hidden from view.

Wendy must have sensed something was off, because she quickly cupped Lola’s face in her hands, holding it firm

Lola, look up. Let Mom see you…

She pretended to recoil for a fraction of a second, but it was just a show. Then as if yielding to an irresistible force, she slowly lifted her bead revealing yes that were already glowing with unshed tears.

Watching her, on the verge of tears and clearly fighting back a wave of injustice. I could see Wendy in the audience. Her face twisted with such raw

gony, I could tell it was breaking her heart to see Lola like that.

Don’t cry, Lola!” Wendy’s voice cut through the tense silence. It’s just one competition! We don’t need it!‘

Lola stumbled forward, collapsing into Wendy’s arms, and burst into a loud heart–wrenching sob.

Mom… I’m so sorry… I disappointed you…”

No! It’s not your fault!” Wendy hugged her tightly, her voice trembling. They’re blind! They’re unfair! They have no respect for our lineage

Wendy put her hands on her shoulders, her gaze fixed on Lola’s tear–stained red eyes. “Lola‘ she pressed ‘tell me what exactly happened? Why did you suddenly change your piece on stage? And how did that Howlnet celebrity perform the original composition you were supposed to play today

When Wendy inevitably asked, Lola said nothing. She just shook her head, tears streaming, her shoulders shaking with choked sobs. She looked like she wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come, only a vague, broken whisper:

I… I didn’t… I tried my best…”

The more Lola played the victim, the more I saw a flicker of suspicion in Wendy’s eyes. I knew she sensed something was off with the pack dynamics

here.

ola sobbed even harder, and through her tears, she vaguely mentioned my name.

Isabella… she… she… Lola whimpered, dissolving into fresh tears.

watched Wendy’s eyes narrow, her gaze sharp, and I could practically see the gears turning in her head before a sudden realization flashed across her

face.

It was Isabella! She bullied you again, didn’t she?!”

I saw Wendy’s eyes, bloodshot and wide with fury.

Today, she deliberately brought Serena here, deliberately had Serena play before you, which forced you to change your piece and threw you off your game, didn’t it?!

When Lola heard Wendy guess in that exact direction, I saw a flicker of a smile curve her lips, quickly suppressed.

Lola buried her face in Wendy’s shoulder, her sobs growing louder, but still, no coherent words came out. My wolf growled again, sensing the be like a foul scent in the air.

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