Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 550

Chapter 550

Silvermoon Central Healing Sanctuary, the living room of the top–floor VIP suite.

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I watched Carson, slumped on the couch, feigning sleep. His Alpha aura was dimmed, his suit jacket off, two buttons of his shirt undone, but even that wasn’t enough to dispel the heavy frustration I could practically feel radiating off him like the scent of scorched earth. My wolf watched him with a pang of sympathy; an Alpha should never look this defeated.

The sanctuary door barely clicked twice, and then a young he–wolf stepped out. He was tall, with a strikingly refined presence, his Alpha scent crisp and cool like mountain air.

“Uncle,” Logan said, his quick steps bringing him to Carson’s side. The usual distance I saw in his eyes melted, replaced by a clear flicker of concern.

Carson stirred, his body straightening as he pushed himself into a sitting position. His voice was a raw, hoarse rasp, cutting through the heavy air. “You’re here,” he managed.

Logan’s gaze shot past his father, landing on the ward door. “Grandpa… how is he?” he asked, his voice raw with unspoken fear.

“Isabella’s intervention stabilized him. The Healers said he just needs rest now. We have Isabella’s silver micro–shifters to thank for that.” As Carson mentioned me, his voice softened, a subtle warmth and pride entering his tone.

Logan visibly relaxed. I knew he’d come specifically for the alchemical shifters, and to see them actually save his grandfather… I could feel his relief, the palpable surge of pride, and a newfound, almost reverent confidence in what I’d created. My wolf preened at the recognition.

“Where’s Isabella?” Logan asked.

Just as he finished speaking, the inner door to the sanctuary ward gently pushed open.

I walked out, dressed in a simple white T–shirt and jeans, my long hair pulled back casually. Having finally washed away the exhaustion, I felt a cool serenity settle over my features, making them almost painfully sharp.

Under the harsh sanctuary lights, my skin looked almost translucent. My eyes, dark and calm, held the quiet vastness of a star–filled night.

Our eyes met.

I watched as Logan’s breath hitched, just for a fleeting moment. His wolf must have caught my scent–cedar and moonlight–and for a split second, his pupils dilated into a dark, lupine amber.

Stripped of the unflattering sterile scrubs, I knew that even in my simple white tee and jeans, I couldn’t completely obscure the powerful, composed Alpha aura that felt ingrained in my very bones.

Isabella. The sound of my name, from Logan’s lips, was a shade deeper than usual, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

A slight smile played on my lips. “Cousin Logan,” I said, my voice softening, “Grandpa’s fine. You don’t need to worry.”

The tension visibly melted from Logan’s shoulders. A genuine smile bloomed on his face, softening the aloofness that usually shadowed his features and making him look incredibly warm.

In that moment, it was as if years of pack separation vanished, and he saw me as the same sweet, gentle sister he remembered from our pup years

He took a step closer, his concern palpable. “Are you… are you okay?”

I knew why he asked. Our last hurried meeting had been right after I’d collapsed from exhaustion, having used the micro–shifter essence, and he was clearly still worried I’d pushed my wolf too hard.

I’m fine.”

I laughed lightly, my voice easy, and gave him a playful wink.

“Last time, I pushed myself because I did two surgeries back–to–back. That’s why I set the pack–rule of only two operations a mouth. Otherwise, I added with a wry smile, “everyone would be howling at Fire Moon’s door, and we’d be completely swamped.

Carson chuckled, and I felt his hand gently ruffle my hair.

Carson watched us, and I saw a flicker of comfort soften his expression. It was the kind of look that said, “The Grant pups always get along so well.”

He walked over, giving Carson a firm pat on the shoulder. “You two catch up,” he told us Tm heading back to the territory.

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I knew he was going to talk to Wendy.

Carson and I both knew his true intentions, but we didn’t call him out. We just walked him to the door.

Now it was just Logan and me.

cut straight to the chase. “Logan,” I said, “let’s talk about the technology transfer.”

The collaboration can wait,” Logan replied, his gaze still fixed on me with a flicker of concern.

nodded, my voice dropping, edged with ice. “We can clean out the family’s parasites first. That’s fine by me.”

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Carson had apparently caught wind of the Wendy situation when he’d been at the Grant estate, which was why he’d conveniently found an excuse to tay in a different den.

And I knew he’d already heard what had triggered Grandpa’s cerebral hemorrhage.

What do you need me to do?” Logan asked directly.

knew he’d managed the Grant Pack’s branch in the Northern Tundra for years, and the resources and connections he’d amassed weren’t just for show.

didn’t mince words with him. “Anyone who hurts Grandpa can’t just get away with it, but we need to keep this quiet from Uncle and Evan.”

he’s my uncle’s mate, after all, and Evan’s mother.

didn’t care about Wendy, but I couldn’t disregard the laws of the Grant Pack.

ogan watched my profile. “When you need me, just give your brother the word through the Howlnet.”

He finished speaking, but then his gaze became distant, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. It made me wonder if he was remembering the noment Grayson had carried me out.

Lean on our own pack people more, and don’t trouble outsiders.”

bit back a smile and gave a soft ‘Mmm–hmm.‘

The easy rhythm between us was perfect until my mental–link device buzzed to life.

glanced at the caller ID on the psychic interface. It was Faye.

Tell me.”

Isabella, there’s been some movement on Wendy’s side,” Faye’s voice was hushed through the telepathic static. “She’s contacted the most famous ond–dissolution justiciar in the Silvermoon Central territory, Attorney Hale from Ace Justiciar Firm.”

My eyes instantly turned to ice. My wolf snarled, a low vibration in my chest,

le got here fast, I thought, a flicker of surprise in my chest.

just said, ‘Got it, flatly, and hung up.

ogan noticed the shift in my expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

put away my mental–link, a cold, humorless smile twisting my lips. “A mad dog, straining at the leash to bolt for the nearest dumpster, is stirring up

rouble.”

wouldn’t let Wendy take a single cent from the Grant Pack’s treasury.

ogan raised an eyebrow. He knew who had called.

Meanwhile.

knew Wendy had left our sanctuary, making her way to a highly private Healing Den where Lola was adunted.

its security was top–notch, the preferred choice for many high–ranking Alphas

Because honestly, if Lola wasn’t safe within those walls, I knew my pack–followers would mob her the second she tried to set paw anywhere else.

The raw fear in Wendy’s eyes was unmistakable; another hit, and her Lola wouldn’t make it out alive.

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Back at the Grant Pack estate.

Their battles had always been loud enough to shake the rafters, but it wasn’t until I learned that Carson had received Wendy’s bond–dissolution papers that I truly understood the depth of the fracture.

He sat in the study’s mahogany chair, the exhaustion from a moonless, sleepless night making him look ten years older.

His mental–link screen glowed on the desk, paused on a single number. He’d dialed it a dozen times, each attempt met with a cold, busy telepathic

signal.

Wendy wasn’t answering his calls.

“Sir.”

The old Beta butler walked in silently, carrying a cup of hot herbal infusion, and gently placed it beside his hand.

‘She still won’t pick up?”

Carson didn’t speak, simply pinching his brow wearily.

A long, heavy sigh escaped the old butler, and I watched his lips part, then press firmly together, words unspoken.

Just then, a knock sounded on the study door.

I heard Carson’s voice, raw and strained, say, “Come in.”

I could almost picture it: the Beta assistant, dressed in a sharp pack–suit, stepping into the study, a sealed skin envelope clutched in their nervous hand. imagined the assistant’s voice, a slight tremor in it, as they spoke. “Alpha, this is… from Hale & Partners Justiciar Firm. It’s specifically for you.”

Hale & Partners Justiciar Firm.

Even I knew them. The top firm in the territories, notorious for handling high–profile, high–stakes bond–dissolution settlements.

could almost see Carson’s pupils constrict, sharp and sudden, into slits.

He must have reached out, his fingertips trembling just slightly.

The assistant would have handed it over, then discreetly backed out, closing the door softly behind them.

knew he’d pulled out a thin sheet of parchment.

And when he saw those two words –“Bond Dissolution“– printed on it, I could almost feel the paper crumbling in his fist. His knuckles must have gone vhite, claws momentarily pricking the parchment, the sheet twisting and tearing under his grip.

Huh…

A low, cold laugh would have rumbled in his throat, a sound of pure betrayal.

She actually went through with it!”

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