Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 549

Chapter 549

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The shimmering silver essence, the most advanced alchemical tech of Fire Moon Apothecary, glowed in my hand. My wolf pushed against my skin, her instincts humming in sync with the vibrating liquid. Without a moment’s hesitation, I injected it into Elder Grant’s body.

The entire den held its breath. I could feel the suffocating tension, the pheromones of fear and hope mingling into a thick, heavy cloud.

Carson’s fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were stark white. I could almost feel the clammy chill of cold sweat on his palms through the shared Alpha resonance, a vivid reflection of the terror that gripped us all.

I watched the tension drain from Carson’s shoulders, a silent testament to his trust in me. But this was his father’s life on the line, and the Alpha’s wolf was pacing restlessly within him, radiating a frantic energy.

From behind the crowd, I felt Wendy’s eyes on me, sharp with a malice I knew all too well. Her scent was acrid, like rotting lilies. She was probably wishing he wouldn’t make it, hoping the old man would just die already so she could thrive in the power vacuum that would follow within the Grant Pack

It was as if I had eyes in the back of my head. I didn’t even need to use the mind–link to see right through Wendy.

‘Some people better keep their filthy thoughts to themselves,” I bit out, my voice low and dangerous, vibrating with a guttural growl. “And if anything happens to Grandpa, I swear, I don’t care who she is, I’ll make sure she, and everyone she holds dear, gets buried right alongside him in the ancestral pits.”

My words, however, were like an ice–cold silver blade, sharp and precise, piercing right through Wendy.

I watched as her body stiffened, a visible jolt going through her. Her eyes met mine, cutting through the gaps in the crowd. There was no warmth in my gaze, only the dead, chilling gold of a wolf on the hunt.

A shiver ran through her, and she instinctively took a step back, her pheromones spiking with sudden, sharp fear.

The seconds dragged on, each one an eternity as the silver shifters worked. Every second stretched on like a moonless night.

I slowly let out a breath just as the Healing Transport pulled up.

The Healing Acolytes quickly ran a series of aetheric tests on Elder Grant, then turned to me and the others, their voices quick and efficient.

Based on your assessment, it was likely an aetheric blood rupture. His blood pressure is stable, heart rate’s back to normal, and there are no other adverse reactions to the silver essence.”

Hearing those words, and seeing Elder Grant’s face, which had been distorted just moments ago, slowly return to normal, his breathing became steady and deep.

We all let out a collective breath.

He’s saved… truly saved” The old Beta butler choked out, tears streaming down his weathered face.

Carson let out a long, shaky breath. He looked like he’d just shifted back from a grueling fight, his back drenched with sweat. He walked over to me, his gaze lingering on my quiet profile. His voice was laced with a tremor.

Isabella thank you!

I shook my head. “Elder Grant will be fine. The micro–shifters have protected the damaged blood vessels and are already starting to repair the core Bur he’ll still need plenty of rest afterward. We really should get him admitted to the Sanctuary for a full check–up, just to be safe”

The Healer who’d just arrived nodded in agreement. Yes, he definitely needs a comprehensive examination at the Great Moon Sanctuary”

“Alright! I’ll get on it right away!” Carson nodded, his voice urgent, his Alpha command snapping the pack into motion.

The Grant Pack’s network and efficiency were unparalleled. I knew that

Less than an hour later, Mr. Grant was safely transferred to a top–tier VIP suite at the Great Moun Healing Sanctuary

Once everything was settled, I saw Carson finally let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping as he gazed at his father, now sleeping peacefully in the healing bed. It was clear his heart had finally settled.

But peace, as I knew too well, was always fleeting.

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Wendy, who had been simmering with fury the entire time, finally erupted. I knew what she was thinking: she finally had me cornered within the pack

laws.

“Isabella Miller! Get out here right now! How dare you show your face in my den, after what did to Lola?!”

you

“Shut your mouth!”

Then, Carson grabbed her wrist, his face a thundercloud of Alpha fury, and dragged her away.

“Wendy!” Carson’s voice boomed, sharp with a roar. “Are you done causing trouble?! Father just stabilized, do you want to piss him off enough to land him back in the Emergency Chamber?”

Me, making a fuss?” Wendy’s laugh was a wild, humorless scoff, and she yanked her hand from his. “Carson! You’re protecting her, aren’t you? All you care about is your sister, and that niece of yours! What about me? What about Lola? Lola’s still in the Healing Den, hovering between life and death, she might never wake up! Have you cared? Have you even asked once?!”

And you’re still yelling at me for that little bitch?”

Their argument escalated, growing louder and louder, their scents clashing like jagged glass in the hallway.

Inside the room, Elder Grant stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open weakly.

What’s going on outside?”

Seeing he was awake, I immediately clasped his hand.

Grandpa, you’re awake?”

The moment Elder Grant’s cloudy eyes landed on me, a faint ripple of peace washed over them. He managed a weak, almost imperceptible smile. You need to rest now. Close your eyes, get some sleep. Your brother is having his Bonding Ceremony soon, and you need to recover quickly so you can be there for the union.”

Elder Grant nodded gently, his eyes fluttering shut.

gently tucked the blankets around him, then turned, quietly pulled the door shut, and stepped back out into the hallway.

n the hallway, noticing me emerge, Wendy deliberately raised her voice, her words sharp and cutting like a silver–tipped arrow.

Carson! I’m not asking for much! All I want is for Isabella’s followers to pay for what they did to Lola! I want them in the dungeons! If you keep taking sabella’s side and don’t help me-”

She deliberately cast a glance my way, her voice heavy with threat.

Il dissolve our Blood Bond!”

t wasn’t just Carson she was threatening; I knew she was aiming to put pressure on me too, to make me feel the weight of her words. They saw me as he one tearing my aunt and uncle apart, pushing them towards a severance. And still, they expected me to back down? To compromise?

The single word–dissolution–detonated like a bomb in the cavernous silence of the corridor.

Carson’s face instantly tightened, a stark mask of disbelief. My wolf let out a sharp, pained whimper at the thought of a severed bond

My steps faltered, then stopped.

Dissolution? I breathed, the word a raw whisper on my lips.

My eyes snapped to Wendy, her face a grotesque mask of venomous jealousy and bitter resentment.

‘So, just now at the den, you used those two words to pressure Grandpa, didn’t you? It was hearing you wanted to break the bond that made him so furious he had a sudden hemorrhage, right?”

My voice was sharp and cold as ice.

Wendy’s eyes instinctively darted away from mine, her scent flaring with guilt. Carson’s face darkened further, his wolf growling low in his chest.

Their reactions confirmed it. It was unmistakable; I had already guessed the truth.

The icy resolve in me solidified, chilling me to the bone.

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Wendy visibly flinched, a flicker of fear in her eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a torrent of pure, unadulterated hatred, as if the thought of Lola had instantly fortified her.

“Yes! I am going to dissolve the bond! Your uncle only cares about you and your mother. He never considered Lola and me as his true pack! Why shouldn’t I demand a severance?”

She straightened her back, her gaze burning into Carson.

‘Carson! Make your decision now! Is it me, or is it her?!”

She dumped all the pressure, every last bit of it, squarely onto the Alpha.

I watched Carson, his gaze fixed on the hysterical she–wolf before him. The weariness etched onto his face was so profound it made him seem utterly unfamiliar, like a stranger in his own skin.

He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep, shaky breath.

Wendy,” he said, his voice low, “you’re not thinking clearly right now. Let’s talk when your wolf is calmer.”

His words, I knew, were the final straw. To Wendy, his words weren’t a delaying tactic. They were a final, crushing verdict.

He had chosen me. He had chosen the Grant Pack. He had given up on her and Lola.

Fine… fine,” Wendy choked out, her laugh a twisted, ugly thing, worse than any sob. “I understand. Carson, I’ll remember this. I’ll remember your

:hoice.”

She shot a venomous glare at Carson, then at me, as if trying to etch our scents into her very bones for a future hunt.

Then, she spun on her heel and practically sprinted into the lift, without a single glance back.

The silence that settled over the hallway afterward was heavy, almost suffocating.

Carson sagged against the wall, looking utterly drained of his Alpha strength. He tried to smooth things over, forcing a semblance of calm.

Isabella, don’t take it to heart. Your aunt… she’s just used to being a bit headstrong, she didn’t really mean to target you.”

didn’t respond, my gaze cool and unwavering as I stared at the floor. My wolf was already calculating. Carson was the head of the Grant Pack. If he lissolved the bond, not only would it be a scandal on the Howlnet, but Wendy would also take a huge chunk of our pack’s ancestral assets.

No way. I wouldn’t let Wendy get the chance to carve up the Grant Pack’s legacy–not ever again.

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