Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539

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But the moment Carson saw me, the smile on his face faltered, the life in his eyes domingo vy piney irritation.

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From the corner of the room, I heard Wendy’s voice, a thread of confusion in her wore. “What’s going on

Carson glanced at Grandpa, who, beaming, was leaving me tidy his cremorial deal, wantingly obvious to our comeration. He lowered his voice, “Today, we’re formally going to the Riley Pack on Miles’s behalf to propose a blood bood The Rileys are a prominen family in the Columbia Territory, we can’t afford to be disrespeciall

Wendy’s face darkened visibly, her pheromones turning actid like burns router

“You were never this invested in our pup’s blood bond the vagy.

Carson’s gaze snapped to her, his voice dropping to a low, warning Alpha hiss. “Wendy”

I watched Wendy’s jaw clench, a flicker of suppressed fury in her eyes as if she was quickly reorganizing her way for ska stary breath, visibly wrestling her wolf into submission. I’m going upstairs to change, she stated, her voice tight, a thin the irritation I could still detect.

It was clear she had something riding on Carson, because instead of escalating the argument, she just nodded and swept upstai When she reappeared, she was wearing a dark red gown that was elegant and sophisticated, making a statement withcan overshadowing anyone–a deliberate choice, I noted.

Carson nodded, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

Grandpa Grant, Miles, and I rode in one pack vehicle.

Carson and Wendy took another.

I later found out that Carson and Wendy had used their private ride across the territory to discuss Lola Wendy, ever the appost had pleaded her daughter’s case: “Lola knows she made a mistake. She’s been abroad, and she really needs some peoper training our own borders. Otherwise, she’ll just overthink everything. Can we get her a position at our Pack Enterprise

I knew Carson still had a deep affection for his mate. Under normal circumstances, he would have readily agreed to such a small request, especially if it hadn’t been for Lola’s recent string of screw–ups.

But her behavior had really pushed his Alpha limits.

Still, he must have been swayed, because he eventually gave in, saying, “Once Miles’s blood bond ceremony is Our vehicles pulled up to the reserved Gathering Hall, and I knew that particular topic was officially on hy

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The Grant Pack arrived first, and soon after, the Riley Pack pulled up.

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The moment our two families met, warm greetings and excited chatter–the sounds of wolves acknowledging kin–filled the entrance.

Once inside the private council room, we settled into our designated seats, and the atmosphere became incredibly warm and friendly.

I could just imagine Grandpa Grant, looking across at Chloe, who sat so gracefully. He’d watched her grow since she was a pup, and I knew he always thought she was perfect–first–class in character and looks. To him, she was the ideal fated match for his grandson, a truly moon–blessed pair.

I pictured Grandpa Grant, chuckling, his voice booming like thunder as he spoke to Elder Riley. “My dear old friend,“he’d said, “thank you for looking after my grandson, Miles, all these years. The pups have feelings for each other, so I won’t beat around the bush. Today, this old wolf is here, on behalf of my grandson, to ask for your precious granddaughter’s hand in a blood bond!”

Elder Riley, I imagined, burst into hearty laughter. “Grandpa Grant, what are you even saying?” he’d replied. “Miles is such a steady and capable Alpha–pup. We’ve watched him grow up too. Entrusting Chloe to him? We couldn’t be more at ease!”

Then, I knew, Carson would have stepped in, offering the list of betrothal tributes with a sincere expression.

“This is just a small token of our Grant Pack’s appreciation,” he’d said. “Miles was estranged for so long, and we’re so grateful for your care. When Chloe bonds into the Grant Pack, we promise she will never suffer any hardship or unfairness.”

I watched Mr. and Mrs. Riley, along with Old Master Riley, pore over the extensive list of tributes. Their faces beamed, their nods pronounced. It was obvious they were thoroughly pleased, their satisfaction palpable in the room.

I knew Miles had grown up in the Riley family. If it hadn’t been for those rumors spreading that they were siblings–rumors that would have completely torpedoed any chance of a proper blood bond–the Rileys would have been thrilled with him, even without the Grant Pack’s backing.

I could see that the Grant Pack’s earnest demeanor spoke volumes, clearly showing me how genuinely they valued Chloe and this impending union.

Chloe sat shyly beside her mother, her head bowed, cheeks flushed, but the joyful smile playing on her lips was impossible for her to hide.

The two packs quickly came to an agreement, settling the ceremony arrangements right then and there.

The date was set for three months later, an auspicious night of the rising moon.

Wendy, for the sake of her plan, had been suppressing her unhappiness.

But the more I saw the Grant family’s beaming faces, the more I knew her thoughts were drifting to Lola, suffering in exile. Her resentment was building, her internal imbalance growing more acute with every passing moment. I could smell the bitterness rising from her; Lyca growled low in my throat, sensing Wendy’s wolf preparing to snap.

And I could feel her desperate desire intensifying–the urge to absolutely destroy this engagement, to shame both the Grant and Riley families in front of everyone present.

I had been guarding against her all along, my gaze never leaving her.

I watched the hatred deepen in her eyes, then I remotely accessed Wendy’s link–stone through a psychic override and sent her a priority

resonance.

Wendy had already lifted her wine glass, poised to drench Mrs. Riley and trigger a brawl, when her link–stone hummed.

I knew she’d set a special resonance for Lola, so the moment it pulsed, I knew she would react.

It was night for us, but in the distant territory where Lola was, it was still the dead of night, just past midnight.

I could see the alarm flash across her face. A ping at that hour, from her pup, meant only one thing: something had to be terribly wrong.

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A gasp escaped Wendy’s lips, and in that instant, her meticulous plan to sabotage the bond vanished from her mind. All her carefully cultivated anger seemed to drain away. She practically bolted from the private council room, heading straight for the corridor, her hand already raising the link–stone to her ear.

“Hello? Lola? What’s happened?”

But from the other end, only a frantic burst of psychic static assaulted her ear, before the link went dead, abruptly cut off.

I watched through the doorway as Wendy’s composure shattered. A cold dread, I knew, must have gripped her heart. Lyca felt a twinge of pity that was quickly replaced by cold satisfaction.

What could have happened? That was the question tearing through her mind, I was sure,

I saw her immediately dial back, only for the cold, sterile resonance on the other end to tell her: “The resonance you have pinged cannot be reached at this time.”

How could it not connect? I knew that thought must be screaming in her head.

Wendy’s panic mounted, her movements growing frantic. I watched her ping the number again and again, each attempt met with the same cold, unyielding psychic silence.

Her original mission, whatever vengeful scheme she’d cooked up, was now completely forgotten. All that mattered to her, I could tell, was her pup, Lola.

Finally, the link connected. I heard Lola’s voice, thick with sleep and annoyance, come through the resonance. “What is it? Do you even know what time of the moon it is?”

Wendy froze, a stunned look on her face as she heard Lola’s words.

“Lola,” Wendy said, a hint of confusion in her voice, “you just pinged me.”

Annoyed at having her sleep interrupted, Lola snapped, “It was probably just my link–stone on the furs, I must have accidentally bumped it. Next time you ping, check the time.”

I could see the immediate guilt flood Wendy’s features, a deep regret for disturbing her pup’s rest. Lola’s petulant tone was clearly an afterthought, easily dismissed in her worry.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Wendy murmured, her voice soft with apology. “I was just worried about you.”

“What could possibly happen to me? I grew up in foreign territories. What you need to do, Mom, is hurry up and find me a position in the Pack.”

“Alright, you get some rest,” Wendy said, a hint of tenderness in her voice, before she hung up.

I watched Wendy exhale slowly, her shoulders dropping a fraction. The relief was palpable even from where I was. She’d clearly confirmed Lola was safe.

Just as Wendy turned to head back into the private council room, two figures materialized. Two burly Alphas in sharp black suits appeared out of nowhere, standing guard at the entrance like silent, unyielding sentinels. Their faces were blank, devoid of expression, but their dominance was unmistakable.

I say Wendy falter, a flicker of confusion crossing her features. For a moment, she looked utterly bewildered, as if she thought she’d wandered into the wrong pack gathering.

She checked the link–stone screen, and I knew my gambit had landed exactly right.

Wendy’s face was a mask of ice as she demanded, “What do you think you’re doing?”

The two bodyguards stood impassively, their gazes fixed straight ahead. “Alpha Grayson’s orders,” one stated, his voice firm and resonant. “The blood bond ceremony has officially begun. To ensure the privacy of our distinguished guests inside, entry and exit are

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temporarily restricted by the Ancient Covenants.”

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“What?!” Wendy’s temper flared, her voice sharp enough to cut silver. “Do you have any idea who you’re blocking? I’m the Luna of this house! Isabella Miller’s aunt–in–law! How dare you stop me?”

“My apologies, ma’am,” the bodyguard replied, his expression utterly unreadable. “These are Alpha Grayson’s orders.”

Wendy was shaking with fury, her claws beginning to unsheathe as she attempted to push past them and reach for the door, but she was immediately, firmly escorted away by the superior strength of the Miller Alphas.

I wanted to shout, but the private room was perfectly soundproofed against lupine hearing. No sound could escape from inside, and nothing could get in from outside.

Besides, she couldn’t bear the embarrassment of making a scene like that in front of the Riley Alphas!

I could practically feel her furious defiance. She must have glared at her detractors, whoever they were, letting out a sharp scoff. “Just you wait!” I imagined her snarling, her wolf baring teeth in the dark.

After that, I knew she’d stormed off to the lounge.

I knew she’d been stuck outside for an hour, her anger simmering, boiling over with every passing minute.

The worst part? No one inside even noticed she’d left!

Finally, the door to the private room swung open, and the Grant and Riley families stepped out, their faces radiating an almost sickening satisfaction.

It was obvious they had finalized all the arrangements, and both packs were thoroughly pleased with the new blood bond.