Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 548

Chapter 548

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So what do we do now?” Faye asked, her voice laced with urgency, her scent spiking with the sharp tang of anxiety. The Howlnet opinion is really turning against us. Wolves who don’t know the full story are ripping into us through the mind–links, slamming both me and my pack–followers.”

I set my infusion cup down, then walked to my desk and sank into my chair. My wolf was a silent, predatory presence in the back of my mind, waiting for my command to strike back.

I opened my private data–slate, my fingers flying across the glowing runes of the interface.

‘Don’t worry.”

My voice remained perfectly steady, as it always did, anchored by the cold resolve of an Alpha.

If she wants to play games with the Ancient Covenants, I’m more than happy to play along.”

Minutes later.

The official Howlnet feed of Fire Moon Apothecary, and my own long–dormant personal psychic page, simultaneously pulsed a new update across the pack territories-

If it’s our mistake, mine and my pack–followers‘, we’ll own it. But if it’s not our mess, we’ll throw it right back!

Accompanying the pulse was a memory projection.

in the projection,

The footage unequivocally showed the she–wolves had only sheared Lola’s fur and shredded her silks. Not a single act of physical violence was committed against her.

But after they left, Lola, blinded by a furious rage that made her scent turn rancid, stormed out of the room. She stumbled, her balance failing as she lammed her head into the stone wall, and the rebound sent the back of her head precisely into the sharp corner of a marble display stand.

Every agonizing detail was captured with absolute clarity by the room’s monitoring crystals.

My pulse detonated across the Howlnet like a depth charge in a silent lake.

ust like that, the already chaotic psychic world exploded, a tsunami of reactions washing over the pack links. The Howlnet was a powder keg, and my ost had just lit the fuse.

The mental comments flooded in: “Great Moon! Isabella truly owns it, she doesn’t throw her pack–followers under the bus! What an incredible Alpha! Il be in her circle for life!”

My followers were instantly in tears, their emotion vibrating through the telepathic collective.

When the entire Howlnet had turned against them, I hadn’t distanced myself or severed the link. Instead, I’d stepped forward, taking the heat of the

ack’s judgment, shielding them with the fiercest resolve I had. My wolf let out a satisfied purr; this was how a true Luna protected her own.

What immense trust, what unwavering loyalty, they were practically howling through the mind–link.

Meanwhile, Wendy, on the other hand, had become the pack’s absolute punchline.

The comments tore into her: “Pfft–staging your own drama and getting caught by the crystals? Absolutely shameless!”

Another one read: “I declare this the best public takedown in the history of the Silvermoon Pack!”

My favorite might have been: Poor Grant Pack, how did they end up bonding such a deceptive she–wolf?”

pictured Wendy, her face probably contorting with rage, her vision blurring as she scrolled through each devastating mental pulse.

The shocking reversal of pack opinion wasn’t just a hit; it was a resounding slap across Wendy’s face, a humiliation that would sting for a long, long ime, worse than any physical wound.

watched Wendy through the projection of the Howlnet, her entire body shaking with rage as she stared at her communication crystal, scrolling hrough the vile taunts and curses.

Bitches! They’re all lowly Omegas!”

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Wendy shricked, then slammed her communication crystal down onto the stone floor.

The crystal instantly spiderwebbed, its glow flickering out.

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After her outburst, I could practically see the gears turning in her mind, a sudden realization hardening her features. Even if we could prove Lola wasn’t physically harmed by us, she still wouldn’t let us off the hook.

She picked up the shattered crystal again, forcing a connection.

“Justiciar from the Covenant Council? You’ve seen the trending topic on the Howlnet, right? They hurt Lola, and I want them all in the pack dungeons!”

Just as she shrieked that, Carson snatched the crystal right out of her hand.

Wendy whirled around, her eyes wide with utter disbelief as she stared at Carson.

“Carson! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Not punishing Isabella is bad enough, but now you’re going to protect those culprits?” “Culprits?” Carson let out a harsh, humorless laugh, his Alpha aura flaring so brightly it made the air hum. Those pups might’ve overreacted, but Lola absolutely went too far herself! Wendy, Lola is lying there because of your constant indulgence, your repeated cover–ups. That’s what made her so reckless, so utterly contemptuous of the pack laws! She never thinks before she acts, and that’s why she ended up like this!”

“She’s reaping what she sowed! And you’re going to invoke the Covenant against people? Haven’t you brought enough shame upon the Grant Pack already?”

Carson’s eyes were blazing red with fury, his inner wolf snarling at the surface. The only thing I regret is ever agreeing to let her come back to this territory!”

He was so consumed by his fury that his voice, sharp and booming, was far louder than he probably intended, vibrating through the very stones of the

den.

I would later learn from the pack–link that their heated argument had alarmed Elder Grant.

Elder Grant walked over, his face absolutely livid. He stood in the doorway, leaning heavily on his carved Alpha cane.

What’s all this howling about?!”

Father…”

Carson’s furious defiance instantly crumbled the moment his gaze landed on his father.

I saw Wendy’s own hysteria soften a few degrees. She was clearly banking on the Blood Bond she shared with Carson, a bond that gave her the audacity o provoke him.

But facing Carson’s father–the High Elder–that bravado melted away. I knew she wouldn’t dare make a scene with him; his presence was too heavy,

100 ancient.

Elder Grant slowly walked in, his cane tapping steadily on the floor.

The dull thud of his cane echoed, thump–thump–thump, with each step, resonating like a heartbeat.

He continued his slow walk, his gaze locked on Wendy.

‘What is all this fuss about?”

Wendy bit her lip, her face a mask of stubborn defiance.

“Lola is the apple of my eye! You’re protecting Isabella, and I’ve already given way enough. Now I just want to make those she–wolves who bullied Lola pay, and you’re still stopping me? Do you even see Lola and me as part of the Grant Pack anymore?”

Elder Grant roared, the sound shaking the den to its foundations, Lola is your heart and soul? And what about the Grant Pack, your mate, your son? What do they mean to you? Look at yourself! Do you even resemble the Luna of the Grant Pack anymore?”

Wendy finally seemed to shrink under the weight of his furious words, but even as her head bowed, I could sense the stubborn fire still burning beneath the surface. Her chest still heaved with a silent, defiant rage.

“If that’s how it is,” she bit out, her voice dangerously low, “then I don’t have to be the Luna of the Grant Pack anymore!”

“What did you say?!” the Elder roared, his voice shaking the very air.

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My heart seized in my chest as his face suddenly turned a dangerous crimson, his breathing growing shallow and quick. He swayed, his body pitching backward, completely out of control.

“Father!”

“Master!”

Carson’s face went white. He sprang forward, his movements a blur of Alpha speed, catching his father before he hit the ground.

The entire Grant residence erupted into instant chaos around us, the psychic link of the house screaming with panic.

Coming home from Grayson’s, just as I was about to step inside my own den, I heard the distressed howls from next door. I rushed over immediately, my wolf pushed to the forefront, ready for battle.

That’s when I saw Mr. Grant, collapsed on the floor.

‘Grandpa!” I cried, pushing past the frantic crowd of pack members to get to his side.

After assessing his condition, I immediately grabbed the Grants‘ old Beta butler.

‘Go to my transport and get the silver coffer! Hurry!”

The butler, who’d served Elder Grant for twenty years with unwavering loyalty, was completely disoriented by his panic, his usual composure shattered by worry.

My shout cut through his daze, and he snapped back to attention, nodding quickly before he bolted off to retrieve the silver box I’d instructed him to

get.

While we waited for the coffer, I pressed, “Grandpa’s been doing so well. Why did he suddenly collapse?”

Carson stood there, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white, but he remained silent.

Wendy, on the other hand, was already retreating, blending further back into the agitated crowd.

I knew it. This had to be because of Wendy! My wolf snarled in her direction, sensing her guilt.

Wendy yelled back, her voice tinged with a defensive guilt. “It’s all because of you! Our pack was perfectly fine when we lived in the Eastern territories! It’s all because of you! Everything’s been a mess since we came back to this land!”

Shut up!” Carson snapped, his voice tight with fury. “If you hadn’t tried to sever our Blood Bond over Lola, Father wouldn’t be so worked up!”

Hearing that, I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles cracked. A fierce, angry glint sparked in my eyes, my pupils bleeding into gold.

ust then, the butler brought over the silver coffer I’d asked for.

opened it, revealing a small, intricate device of polished silver and crystal nestled inside.

With a practiced motion, I drew out a bone–needle syringe, its barrel glinting as it swirled with a shimmering, iridescent silver essence.

‘Isabella, you…”

Carson hesitated, his Alpha instincts warring with his fear.

These are symptoms of an acute aetheric blood rupture in the brain. If we delay another second, it’ll be too late for even the Great Moon to save him. I need to protect his vessels with silver–micro–shifters first. Uncle, please, trust me. The micro–shifter technology is perfected, and I will save Grandpa!”

As I spoke, my hands moved with a practiced precision, finding Grandpa’s vein in his arm and expertly piercing the skin with the needle.

I watched as the silver essence began to flow, steadily disappearing into his bloodstream, the tiny shifters beginning their work to stabilize the Elder of our pack.

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