Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546

The wolves of the Howlnet instantly erupted in anger.

Plagiarizing Sunny’s soul–thread legacy was a moral failing, plain and simple. But to maliciously report a life–saving healer to the Enforcers when lives hung in the balance? That wasn’t just a rank issue anymore. That was a fundamental question of our humanity as a species. It was an outright assault on our collective pack decency, a deliberate challenge to every wolf’s moral compass.

The fire of pure Alpha–grade outrage ignited, swift and absolute.

The mental pulses flooded the Howlnet: “Doxx her! Drag this vile she–wolf into the light! What right does she have to be back in these pack–lands?!”

“Exactly! Didn’t the Grant Pack–Clan kick her out years ago? How dare she show her snout here again?”

The words hit me like a physical blow as I scrolled through my communication–cuff, each one a stab to my wolf’s heart. “What about the Grant family? What about Carson? Are they just going to stand by and let this adopted daughter come back and keep wreaking havoc?” The tag, @GrantGroupOfficial,‘ burned into my vision.

My heart lurched. The Grant Pack–Clan’s official Howlnet page was instantly overrun; flooded by the sheer rage of pack–members from every

territory.

LolaReturns

Lola’sMaliciousAccusation

:Grant PackAccountability

In a flash, three new topics shot up, skyrocketing to the top three resonance spots, each marked with that fiery red ‘EXPLOSIVE‘ label. The whole werewolf society was now on the hunt for Lola.

knew that Lola had just been released from the Enforcer precinct. Wendy had pulled every string, exhausted all her Beta connections, just to bail her >ut. The moment they stepped out, they were mobbed by the scent of hostile wolves. Wendy’s driver quickly shielded them into the pack–transport ind sped off.

nside, Lola immediately pulled out her cuff, scrolling through the Howlnet chaos. As she scrolled through the deluge of furious pulses and doxxing Coordinates, her face instantly drained of all color.

The pack–lands were tearing her apart. The hate was relentless, personal. I could almost hear the tremor in Lola’s voice, imagine her frantic plea to her. nother: “Mom… I’m being cyberbullied! They’re doxxing me! What am I going to do?”

I was obvious even Wendy had seen the vitriol. I pictured her face, probably ashen, the realization hitting her too late. She must have known then, deep lown, that she’d pushed the Alpha of the Miller line too far this time. They both had.

Leports later said Wendy had acted fast, abandoning any thought of going back to the Grant mansion. “To a hotel!” she’d likely commanded, her driver werving to change direction.

They probably thought they were clever, holing up in some remote five–star resort in the Los Angeles Pack territory under fake names, I could almost icture Lola, cowering in that room, her wolf whimpering, too terrified to even pull back the curtains and let the moon in. She was probably glued to ser cuff, refreshing the feed, watching the torrent of vicious curses. Feeling like a hunted omega, I bet.

No doubt she kept whining. “Mom, what do we do? I’m so scared…”

imagined Wendy holding her, her face dark with frustration and worry, her maternal wolf instincts clouded. Probably whispering empty reassuratter ike, “Don’t worry, Mom’s here. This will all blow over‘

But they’d underestimated everything. The power of the Howlnet, the relentless fury of the pack And they definitely underestimated my tolles cex My Incredible, fierce pack–loyalists.

Only three hours. That’s all it took.

It only took three hours. Three short hours, and Lola’s hotel coordinates were already unearthed by one of my most dedicated tech–savvy she wolves And then the pulse popped up online, explosive and undeniable: “Girls! The monster’s right here! Room 1608 at the Obsidian Hotel! Coordinares Los Angeles Territory!”

The moment that message went live, countless wolves–my wolves–all across the Los Angeles territory sprang into action, a silent, furious army. A

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virtual manhunt, à quiet digital siege, began to organize itself through the mind–links.

And Lola, foolishly believing she was safe within the hotel’s walls, was probably oblivious to the impending storm, luxuriating in a comfortable lunar–spa treatment at its very own facility. She remained utterly oblivious.

It wasn’t until she’d finished her spa treatment, changed back into her clothes, and was finally ready to leave…

…that she noticed them: a few young she–wolves in hoodies, waiting just outside the door. Through the slivers of their exposed eyes, Lola could tell their gaze was pure Alpha–ice, laced with raw fury, as if they were staring at something utterly disgusting, an omega who had lost her soul.

A primal dread must have seized her, her pupils contracting sharply in a sudden, sickening realization of her position in the hierarchy.

“Y–you… who are you?” Lola stammered, fear clear in her voice as she instinctively stumbled backward, “What do you want?”

The leader of the group stepped closer, followed by several others who walked in behind them, shutting and locking the door.

“Who we are doesn’t matter,” a pink–haired she–wolf’s voice cut through the tension, cold and sharp. “What matters is, Lola, you shouldn’t have come back to our territory.”

“And you definitely shouldn’t have messed with our Sister Miller.”

Sister Miller? The thought immediately hit me–they meant me. My pack–followers.

I knew that revelation must have sent a chill down Lola’s spine, knowing she was trapped. There was no way she could have anticipated this–that my followers would track her scent, much less dare to break into her room.

“You’re breaking the pack–law! I’m calling the Enforcers!” Lola shrieked, her voice thin with fear as her hands fumbled frantically for her cuff.

‘Call the Enforcers?” The leader scoffed, a chilling sound, as if Lola had just uttered the funniest, most pathetic joke. “Did you think about the Ancient Pacts when you reported our Isabella? You messed up, then just waltzed out on bail. Do you even know what you did wrong?”

Terror clawed at Lola, her face draining to a sickly white, tears pricking her eyes. My wolf could almost smell the stench of her cowardice from here.

What do you want?!” she choked out, barely a whisper.

The leader scoffed, taking slow, deliberate steps toward Lola. Their gaze, dripping with utter contempt, bore down on her.

If your clan and the law won’t teach you how to be a decent she–wolf, we will, they spat.

And just like that, they lunged at Lola.

Lola screamed, a raw sound of terror. Amidst her panicked cries, they ripped off her clothes and roughly chopped at her hair–the ultimate humiliation for a wolf’s pride.

You… you all… Lola stammered, shaking with fury. It was an unspeakable disgrace.

‘Already can’t take it?” another short–haired she–wolf sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “Compared to the disgusting things you did to Isabella this is nothing!

Exactly! Our Isabella was out there saving pups‘ lives, and you were calling the Enforcers on her! You’re rotten to the core!

Honestly, I don’t know what the Grant clan was thinking, raising such a disgusting creature like you!

“We’re warning, you, stop pulling your manipulative stunts, or if the High Council won’t punish you, we will make sure someone does!

The she–wolves chimed in, one after another, every word a barbed arrow meant to pierce her heart. Lola’s last shred of composure finally soapped. She shrieked, launching herself at the pink–haired she wolf as if she’d completely lost her mind.

Tm going to fight you all

Her aim was to claw the she–wolf’s face But Lola was soft, pompered to her core, and utterly outmatched against so many warriors. They wised her, and I watched as they ruthlessly snipped her hair even shorter, leaving her jogged and shorn

Lola froze, unable to move, curling into herself and sobbing uncontrollably.

They delivered their final warning, then they were gone. It was just a warning, really. Beyond her chopped hair and ruined clothes, they hadn’t physically hurt her, but she looked utterly devastated, a complete mess. It wasn’t about the physical damage, it was about the utter humiliation of her

rank.

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The second they were out of sight, Lola’s rage exploded. She shrieked, scrambling to her feet, and bolted, practically charging out of the room.

I knew exactly what she was going to do. She’d get the hotel security–wolves to round them all up, strip them bare, and shave their heads bald. But in her frantic rush, her feet got tangled beneath her as she tried to bolt.

‘Ah-!

Her entire body pitched forward, a sickening plummet she had no control over. Her head slammed against the wall, recoiling with brutal force. Then, with a cruel twist of fate, the back of her head connected squarely and violently with the marble console table in the hallway.

A sharp crack. A sickening thud.

And just like that, the world seemed to hold its breath, a sudden, chilling quiet.

I watched through the relayed memory–pulse. Lola’s eyes were still wide open, locked in a horrified, defiant stare, refusing to accept what had just happened. Then, her body went slack, sliding bonelessly to the floor.

A dark bloom of crimson slowly seeped from the back of her head, winding its way across the polished floor tiles. The scent of iron filled the air.

Around me, the hushed murmurs of passing guests and the bustling energy of the servers vanished. Everyone froze, their wolves sensing the sudden departure of vitality.

It felt like an eternity before a server finally broke the spell, rushing forward to check on her. Then his panicked voice ripped through the silence, Quick! Call 911!”

Carson, who had been frozen just like me, snapped into action, pulling out his communication–cuff and dialing the healer frequency. I saw others ecoil in fear, their eyes fixed on Lola’s unmoving body on the floor and that glaring pool of blood.

The staff quickly called a healer–covenant ambulance, and I watched them take her away to the Pack Sanctuary hospital. I also heard them notify her mergency contact, Wendy.

Word quickly spread through the Howlnet that Wendy had rushed to the hospital, arriving just as Lola was being wheeled out of the transport. She eportedly let out a piercing howl and lunged forward.

Lola! Lola, what’s wrong with you! Wake up! Don’t scare Mommy like this!”

She blocked the gurney, and the paramedics had to forcefully push her aside to get Lola into the

emergency

ritual–room.

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