Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 547

Chapter 547

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Later, I saw that psychic imprints of Lola’s horrific state had been pulsed through the Howlnet, going completely viral across the pack territories and even trending on the telepathic frequencies.

And then, even worse, other wolves started turning her image into mocking mental–memes.

Of course, I knew Wendy and Lola were completely oblivious to all of this.

I found myself at the Pack Healing Den, standing outside the Emergency Healing Chamber.

Wendy, her mane a wild mess, pheromones of distress streaked through her scent like acrid smoke, looked like a deranged she–wolf as she clung desperately to Carson’s arm. My wolf paced behind my ribs, her ears flattened at the sight of such pathetic weakness.

‘Carson! Do you see this?! This is all your darling niece’s doing! Look what she’s done!”

Her voice was a raw, piercing shriek, laced with a venomous hatred that chilled my wolf to the bone.

I heard Wendy’s hysterical accusations, her voice shrill with rage. “She incited her crazy pack–followers to break into the Guest Den and beat our Lola ike this!” she shrieked. “The Healer said… the Healer said she might become a spirit–broken shell! This is kin–slaying! Premeditated kin–slaying!”

Even from where I stood, I could see the pulse throbbing at Carson’s temple–the sign of an Alpha struggling to keep his wolf under control–as he watched Wendy’s histrionics.

The frantic image burned into my mind: Wendy’s nails, I could almost feel them, digging into Carson’s tough Alpha flesh. “Call Isabella now!” she hrieked, her voice a raw, desperate thing. “Make her get over here! Make her pay for Lola’s life!”

Calm down!” Carson’s retort was a low growl, vibrating through the corridor as he wrenched his hand away. His fury, though suppressed, was >alpable even to me; it felt like the heavy, ionized air before a lightning strike. The full story isn’t clear yet! I don’t believe Isabella would do something

ike that!”

He didn’t believe a single word of Wendy’s accusations against me. That truth, above all else, was the only thing holding my wolf back from a full,

riolent shift.

understood why Carson refused to believe Wendy. He knew exactly what kind of she–wolf I was. There was no way I would ever order my back–followers to do something that violated the Ancient Wolf Covenant.

knew he’d personally looked into it, and the Guest Den manager had confirmed that several young she–wolves had indeed forced their way into Lola’s

‘oom.

And those she–wolves, I knew, were all my die–hard followers.

Everything seemed to point directly at me.

You don’t believe it? The facts are staring you in the face, and you still don’t believe it?” Wendy scoffed, a chilling, deranged laugh escaping her lips, her cent turning sharp and bitter. “Carson, I see you for who you really are! In your heart, I’ll never be as good as that bastard your dead sister left behind, will 12!

A loud crack cut through the air.

Carson’s hand had landed hard across Wendy’s face.

The entire corridor fell silent in an instant, the Alpha pressure in the room spiking so high that my wolf lowered her head in instinctual submission

Wendy clutched her cheek, staring at Carson with disbelief etched on her face.

I knew this was the first time he had ever laid a hand on his mate.

Even Carson’s hand was trembling slightly, his claws threatening to unsheathe

As he took in Wendy’s face, contorted by what I knew was pure jealousy and resentment, I could see the profound disappointment and exhaustion in his Alpha eyes.

Then his voice cut through the air, sharp and unyielding. “Wendy, I’m warning you, You can curse at me all you want, but you are not allowed to insult

Nick or Isabella.”

The chill in his voice was palpable, like ice on a winter moon.

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They were his bottom line.

And then, Wendy’s tears, I was sure, finally gushed forth.

This time, they weren’t her usual calculated display, but a raw, furious torrent born of genuine humiliation and hatred.

The crying stopped, the theatrics ceased.

Instead, she just fixed Carson with a stare I could almost feel, a venomous glare that promised a blood–feud retribution.

‘Good… a really good bottom line,” she’d spat, her voice laced with ice.

Then a laugh tore from her throat, sharper and uglier than any sob.

Carson, you will regret this,” she vowed.

With that, she turned, stumbled away, fumbling for her mental–link device to pulse a priority signal.

She already had her trusted Howlnet Chroniclers lined up.

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The moment the link connected, her voice completely transformed, taking on a heartbroken, choked–up cadence.

Chronicler Walker? Don’t you want a headline for the Howlnet? My pup was beaten almost to death by Isabella’s followers. Yes, Isabella–Isabella from Fire Moon Apothecary… She incited her followers to retaliate. My pup is still fighting for her life, and I’m begging you to get justice for her!”

Chronicler Walker immediately pulsed Julia, reporting the incident.

Barely–thirty minutes later, stories about “Isabella’s followers committing kin–slaying” were already trending, plastered all over the Howlnet psychic

‘eeds.

SHOCKING: BELOVED LUNA’S FALSE PERSONA UNMASKED.

INSIDER LEAKS: ISABELLA ORDERED FOLLOWERS TO GANG–ASSAULT BYSTANDER, CAUSING CRITICAL INJURIES –

‘OTENTIAL COVENANT VIOLATION CHARGES#

The article painted Lola as a fragile, innocent she–wolf who, despite her past mistakes, had genuinely repented, yet was still being mercilessly driven to uin by her evil cousin.

Suddenly, in the public eye of the packs, I was the one transformed–a malicious femme fatale, narrow–minded and ruthless in my methods.

All the howls of praise that had been showered upon me just moments ago were swiftly drowned out, replaced by a torrent of accusations.

A new wave of pack opinion was brewing, turning toxic by the second.

The followers act, the Alpha takes the fall. Even if Isabella didn’t directly incite it, she’s still responsible, right?”

I’m actually starting to feel a little sorry for Lola. All she did was report her to the Pack Council, right? Did they really have to go this far?”

Oh, please, to the bleeding hearts above, give it a rest! Was that just a report? That was malicious retaliation! She wanted her dead!”

But Lola is in the Healing Chamber right now! Isabella’s followers are completely out of control!”

I have a feeling this is way more complicated. Let’s just let the dust settle before the next full moon.”

On the Howlnet, it was utter chaos–a digital riot of furious mental comments and accusations.

The Howlnet backlash wasn’t just aimed at me; my followers were being dragged into the spotlight, right into the line of fire.

ust then, the Healing Chamber doors swung open.

A Healer emerged, pulling down his mask, his face etched with exhaustion, his scent smelling of herbs and dried blood.

Who is the patient’s family?”

Wendy and Carson immediately rushed forward.

‘Healer, how is my pup?”

The Healer glanced at them, then let out a heavy sigh.

“Her life is out of danger. But… the she–wolf suffered a severe blow to the back of her head, and there was pooling of blood inside her skull. While the

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surgery cleared most of it, there’s still some pressure on her nerves.”

“What does that mean?” Wendy choked out, her hand flying to her mouth as if to hold back a scream.

The Healer slowly shook his head, his tone grim.

“What it means is, we can’t guarantee when she’ll wake up. Or… if her wolf will wake up at all.”

“She… she could very likely remain in a vegetative state.”

Wendy’s body swayed violently, then she crumpled backward, her legs giving out beneath her.

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Carson, quick as a flash, reached out and steadied her. “Don’t worry so much right now,” I heard him say, his voice softer, trying to reassure her. “Lola is young; she’ll recover quickly. It might not be as bad as you think.”

Even as the world went silent around us, and everyone stared in shock at the chaos, my eyes were drawn to Wendy. She was in his arms, a picture of distress, but a cold dread twisted in my gut. I couldn’t explain it, but deep down, a dark premonition surfaced–a chilling certainty. I knew, with a clarity that felt almost invasive to my wolf’s instincts, that if her Lola didn’t make it, she would come for me. She’d make sure I paid the ultimate price under the Blood Moon.

Back in my luxurious high–tier Alphanest.

I had just stepped out of the cleansing mist and slipped into some comfy loungewear.

I clutched a mug of hot herbal infusion, standing before the massive floor–to–ceiling windows, my gaze fixed on the sprawling, glittering expanse of the pack territory below.

I was just about to contact Grant Logan to arrange our meeting for tomorrow.

Suddenly, my mental–link buzzed with an incoming priority signal.

I glanced at the screen. It was Faye.

I answered it, and Faye’s voice immediately spilled out into my mind-

“Isabella, something’s happened.”

Faye’s voice was frantic. “You have to see what’s trending on the Howlnet today.”

I casually tapped open the tablet sitting on the table, and immediately, 999+ telepathic messages flooded my screen.

“Lola’s injured and in the Healing Den,” Grayson Blair’s voice rushed out through the link, “and now everyone’s saying your followers did it. Wendy’s using the Howlnet to drag your name through the mud.”

Faye was practically vibrating with rage. “That family, they’re nothing but a pack of mad dogs!”

I took the tablet, my eyes sweeping across the psychic feeds.

My face remained impassive, as if I were merely an observer of some unrelated pack drama. My wolf, however, let out a low, dangerous hum in the back of my throat.

I took a sip of my infusion, my voice calm, “What’s the fanatical pack–followers saying?”

“We’ve already reached out to them,” Faye replied instantly. “The ringleader is a die–hard she–wolf called ‘Pink Panther. She admitted they went to confront Lola, but they only humiliated and warned her. They didn’t actually hurt her.”

I nodded.

“Can we get the Guest Den’s security footage?”

Faye’s expression tightened with frustration. “I tried,” she said, “but the management claims the crystals are broken.”

“Broken?” A faint, icy curve touched my lips. My wolf bared her fangs in a silent anarl. Looks like this has Wendy written all over it.”

Destroying evidence, twisting the narrative.

She’d perfected this kind of dirty play within the pack hierarchy.

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