Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535

Wendy’s eyes blazed with a singular purpose, one that sent a chill down my spine: she was determined to get ‘justice‘ for Lola, to utterly crush me–Isabella–and show everyone who truly held power in the Grant Pack. My wolf, usually a silent guardian of silver fur, felt the shift in the air; it smelled of ozone and impending betrayal.

She didn’t even glance at Lola, who was still trying to console her with those saccharine, fake words, “Mommy, don’t be angry.” Instead, Wendy snatched out her communication stone, her fingers already pulsing a mental signal to a specific frequency.

The moment the link connected through the territory’s Howlnet relay, Wendy’s voice sliced through the air, cold and unforgiving.

“It’s me. I need you to do something for me. I want every single Elder from the national qualifiers for the Vienna Rite of Melodies officially reported to the High Council. Accuse them by name. Make sure the Blood–Mandate states they took bribes and completely rigged the competition.”

‘Right. I don’t care how you do it–blow this thing up! I want every wolf in the clans to see just how rotten this Rite truly is. And Vivian? Get someone to spread the word through the mind–links, to let everyone know she stole someone else’s spirit–song, all just to chase fame!”

The link disconnected. A shiver ran down my spine as I pictured Wendy’s triumphant smirk, her hand undoubtedly gripping Lola’s, whose palm would be slick with nervous sweat. My wolf pacing behind my ribs let out a low, predatory hum, sensing the dishonesty.

I could almost hear Wendy’s chilling words, dripping with false reassurance: “Don’t worry, Lola. Mom won’t let you suffer for nothing.”

That very afternoon, I sensed a shift on the Howlnet. A ripple of unease spread through the collective consciousness of the pack, and I knew, instinctively, that something sinister was brewing beneath the silver moon.

A single mental–post quietly surfaced on the public network, its title practically screaming for attention through the telepathic hum.

The headline hit me like a physical blow: [EXPLOSIVE SCANDAL! VIENNA SACRED TERRITORY RITE OF MELODIES ELDERS ALLEGEDLY BRIBED, GENIUS PRODIGY’S ORIGINAL SPIRIT–SONG STOLEN, BITTERLY ELIMINATED!]

The post was sickeningly detailed, weaving a convincing tale about a musical genius named “Lola” who had her original composition–her very Essence–stolen by her opponent right before the sacred ritual.

And that rival? That was Vivian, the sensation Fire Entertainment was actively pushing within the territory.

The post went even further, practically screaming that I, Isabella–Vivian’s Alpha–had leveraged the Smith Pack’s connections to buy off all the Elders, nsuring that “thief‘ Vivian snatched the championship of the Rite.

ust like that, the Howlnet absolutely exploded with psychic backlash.

Vivian’s pack–mates, and even some people who knew of me, naturally didn’t buy it. They jumped into the collective mental thread, arguing that veryone had seen Vivian’s talent, that she played the piece with a soul–resonance so beautiful, it couldn’t possibly be fake.

kut Wendy’s hired omegas and rogue influencers weren’t just sitting around collecting a paycheck.

Then, Wendy’s people really got to work. They instantly leaked Lola’s identity as the Grant Pack heiress, spinning a narrative that someone from her ineage, with her talent, would never need cheap publicity. Instead, they pointed fingers at Vivian, calling her a fame–hungry she–wolf desperate nough to do anything. The “thief” label, they practically shouted, was a perfect fit for her.

Overnight, the mental network became a battleground of snarling thoughts.

didn’t know it then, but Carson had been completely oblivious, stuck in a meeting with the High Council, until his Beta assistant signaled him during a hort break to tell him about the absolute shitstorm Wendy had unleashed on the Howlnet.

knew how furious be must have been. I could practically feel his Alpha rage, picturing his aura flaring so hard the Council room would have felt like a urnace. He wouldn’t have uttered a single word, just shifted his momentum and sped back to the den, a hurricane of anger heading straight for Wendy.

When he finally burst through the front door of the estate, his face a thundercloud of dominant pheromones, my gaae immediately fell on Wendy. She vas sprawled on the fur–covered couch, calmly sipping her moon–dew tea, her eyes glued to the drama on her tablet–stone

Right beside her, Lola sat demurely, occasionally offering her a pastry. They looked like the picture of perfect harmony, a mother and pup entirely at

beace.

Then Carson’s roar shattered the illusion. “Wendy! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Wendy flinched, nearly dropping her tablet–stone. My wolf tilted her head, watching the confrontation from the shadows of the hallway

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I watched as she met Carson’s face, dark as a storm cloud, without a shred of remorse. Instead, she rose, her own Beta–he–wolf’s mate pride bristling with aggression.

“What am I doing?‘ she snapped, her voice sharp. “Carson, do you even have the nerve to ask me that? That precious kin of yours is practically walking all over me! I’m just sticking up for Lola, so why are you howling at me?”

“Sticking up for her?” Carson practically choked out, a humorless laugh caught in his throat. “You call that sticking up for her? Spreading lies on Howlnet, slandering international Rite Elders, and dragging Isabella’s name through the mud?”

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Carson pointed at Wendy, his voice thick with the scent of disappointment. “You immediately delete all of that stuff for me! And then you go apologize to Isabella! This ends here!”

“No way!” Wendy’s voice sharpened into a shriek, like a wolf whose tail had been stepped on. “Carson, you’re clearly doing this for Isabella! You’re completely biased towards her! I’m telling you, this isn’t over! Not only will I make sure Vivian never recovers, but I’ll also make Isabella get a taste of her own medicine!”

The venom in her eyes, the way her face twisted, practically screamed that she believed Carson was completely duped by me, pushing her just to protect ‘that woman‘–me. My wolf snarled softly; the disrespect to an Alpha she–wolf was becoming unbearable.

And the longer she raged, the more entrenched she seemed in her conviction that she’d done absolutely nothing wrong.

Carson stared at Wendy, who seemed utterly impervious to reason. I could practically feel his headache just by looking at the frustration etched across his face.

From his weary expression, I could tell he knew nothing he said to her right now would get through her thick hide.

But as her mate, he tried one last time to reason with her. “That song,” he said, his voice dropping, “it’s Isabella’s absolute bottom line, Wendy. You…” He trailed off, the unspoken warning of the Wolf Covenant hanging heavy in the air.

But Wendy refused to hear him out, simply walking away toward the back of the den.

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First thing the next morning, I had a Blood Mandate delivered straight to Wendy by a formal Pack Council messenger.

I knew that letter would make Wendy furious. She must have been clutching the parchment so hard her claws began to tear through the fiber.

“Fine! Fine, Isabella Miller! How dare she send me a Blood Mandate!”

It hadn’t scared her, not a bit. If anything, I’d only lit a fire under her wolf.

eyes.

“She thinks she’s the only one with Law–Keepers? Lola, don’t be afraid!” Wendy turned and gripped Lola’s hand, a wild, almost frantic look in her ‘Didn’t you already register the song’s spirit–mark in your name? We’ll sue her under the Covenant! Sue Vivian for infringement! And I’m going to sue Isabella back for instigating her artist to steal!”

Lola visibly flinched, though she quickly smoothed her features into a worried mask. “Mom,” she said, her voice hushed, “won’t this blow up in our faces with the Elders?”

‘Exactly! We need to make a scene!” Wendy sneered, her voice cold. “I want every pack to see who the real thief is!”

Just as Wendy was gearing up for war, a completely unexpected ally emerged from the shadows of the Smith territory, and I couldn’t believe who it

was.

Julia.

Julia caught sight of the Howlnet frenzy, and I just knew she’d instantly smell blood in the water. An opportunity, of course, to destabilize my position. I knew Julia operated on one simple principle: the enemy of her enemy was her friend.

Julia resented me, always had, for having any part of her brother Caleb’s heart. I knew she couldn’t stand the thought of me having a smooth run at my territory management. Not a chance.

So, of course, Julia shelled out gold and essence to hire people, sending them straight into the mental fray to trash my name right alongside Wendy. With Julia now throwing her weight around, the Howlnet narrative became a complete free–for–all, a total mess of conflicting scents and thoughts. Using her status as the second daughter of the Smith Pack, Julia started subtly, and not so subtly, campaigning for Lola within her private circles. She was whispering, or rather, howling through the mind–links, the implication that I was just a bully, throwing my Alpha weight around. And just like that, people who’d initially spoken up for me started to waver, their loyalty flickering like a weak flame in a winter storm.

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The whole mess just exploded, drawing in more and more wolves. And ironically, the spirit–song, “Gaze into the Abyss,” was catching fire amidst all the screaming matches. It was becoming completely viral across all the territories.

Lola, of course, rode that wave. She went from being a supposed ‘genius girl‘ no one had ever heard of to a name on every wolf’s lips, the talk of the entire Howlnet.

I watched through the network as Julia practically radiated smug satisfaction. She looked as though she already pictured herself as the true Luna of the Grant family, ready to make a grand entrance and soak up all the glory.

She had no idea, of course, that Wendy and Julia were pushing Lola, step by agonizing step, right into a deep, dark pit.

And just like that, everything stalled in the heavy air before a storm.

With Blood Mandates flying across the Howlnet, the news that Wendy and I were headed to the Pack Council blew up, setting the entire online world ablaze.

I could only imagine the scene: Carson walking through the door of the den, only to find Wendy and Lola huddled together, completely absorbed in deciding which ceremonial furs Lola should wear for tomorrow’s Howlnet video.

“Wendy! To my study, with me. Now!”

Still fuming, Wendy said, her face cold and unyielding, “I’m busy. Whatever it is, say it now before the pack.”

Carson had clearly been trying to keep the peace, to avoid arguing with her, especially with Lola standing right there. But the way she was carrying on,

it was too much. I watched his jaw clench, his face darkening as his inner wolf stood at the precipice of a shift.

“You take back that cease and desist mandate, right now!” I could feel the tension radiating off him, his Alpha anger barely contained.

When Wendy saw him, she let out a cold, sharp laugh, dropping her communication stone onto the table.

“Now you’re worried? Too late!” she scoffed, crossing her arms, a smug look on her face. “Where was all this urgency when you were protecting Isabella, ignoring whether we lived or died in the wild? Now that things have blown up, you want me to back off? Not a chance in hell!”

From the smugness in her tone, it was obvious she thought Carson was simply scared–scared that I would actually lose the trial and be humiliated before the Great Moon.