Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551

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I imagined Carson slamming the Justiciar’s scroll down on the mahogany desk with a sudden, violent force, the heavy Alpha power behind the blow making the very stones of the study groan. My wolf could almost feel the vibration of his fury from across the territory.

I imagined his Beta assistant, sensing the utter brokenness in his Alpha’s eyes, trying to talk some sense into him.

“Alpha, please try to calm down. Your mate… her wolf might have just lost its head for a moment.”

“You can go,” Carson said, closing his eyes, his voice heavy with undisguised exhaustion and pain. I could picture his wolf curling up in a corner of his mind, wounded. “Just leave me alone for a bit.”

His assistant looked at him worriedly, scenting the bitterness of his despair, before ultimately stepping out.

The silence in his study, I knew, must have been suffocating, thick with the scent of old parchment and fading pheromones.

I pictured Carson slumping back into his chair, his body heavy with a defeat I could almost feel, burying his face in his hands. I could practically feel hi despair, the way he must have felt like he was drowning in the deep sea of the Blood Dormancy Period, icy water pressing in from all sides, stealing the breath from his lungs.

After what must have felt like an eternity, his gaze slowly lifted, heavy with unspoken pain, and his hand reached for his communication crystal again.

But this time, he didn’t initiate a broad howl. He couldn’t.

Instead, he opened the private Howlnet frequency, scrolling until Wendy’s familiar psychic avatar appeared on the screen.

I could almost feel the phantom weight of his intent as he typed, a heaviness he’d never known before, a burden of words left unsaid. My wolf whimpered at the thought of a broken bond; it was the ultimate tragedy for our kind.

I knew the message he’d finally sent across the link. “Wendy, we need to talk.”

But silence was his only reply, the link remaining cold and unresponsive.

Meanwhile, I pictured the sterile calm of a VIP chamber in the private Silvermoon Healing Sanctuary, so quiet you could almost hear the faint hum of

the aetheric machines.

Wendy’s pup, Lola, lay motionless on the bed, her head swathed in thick bandages, her wolf spirit still lost to the world.

Wendy sat beside her, clutching her pup’s cold hand, her face a mask of raw exhaustion and a resentment so acrid I could almost smell it through the

walls.

And I knew the Covenant dissolution notice had already been sent out, too.

Having done all that, she felt no trace of relief. Instead, it was as if every ounce of her vitality had been utterly drained, leaving her with nothing bei an endless void and a pervasive sense of instability. To a she–wolf, a dissolution was like losing a limb.

Then, especially when Carson’s message arrived through the mental–link, her resolve wavered once more.

Her crystal buzzed. She pulled it out, staring blankly at the message from Carson

Even if she hadn’t bonded with her fated–mate as she’d always wished, Carson had never truly mistreated her. But his ruthlessness towards Iela was simply unforgivable in the eyes of a mother–wolf.

My thoughts spun in a dizzying loop, my wolf a frantic drum against my ribs. Then, the chamber door eased open

Leo walked in, carrying a basket of sun–ripened berries. He was wearing a plain jacket, and his face had that guileless earnest look about it that masked

his true rank in the Garrett Pack

Wendy raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to him, but she said nothing

Leo didn’t seem to mind Wendy’s silence. He set the berries on the nightstand, then turned his gaze to Lala in the bed. Instantly, his face twured into an expression of raw pain and fury.

Poor Lola… how could she suffer like this?” His voice cracked, thick with accusation, his scent flaring with protective aggression “That Isabella, she’s utterly vicious! Her wolf has no mercy!‘

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The instant he spoke, his words pierced Wendy’s heart, hitting her most painful spot.

Wendy’s eyes instantly welled up.

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“Brother…” Her voice hitched, and all her carefully built strength and pretense crumbled the moment she saw a familiar member of her original pack.

Don’t cry, don’t cry. Leo pulled a linen square and handed it to her.

“So, I heard… you’re dissolving the Blood Bond with Carson?”

Wendy wiped away her tears and nodded, though her gaze remained evasive, her wolf hiding in shame.

Leo pulled a chair closer, settling beside her, and began to speak with a grave earnestness.

“Wendy, you’re being foolish!”

Wendy’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and wounded resentment. “Bro, do you really think my wolf is wrong too?”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong to seek a dissolution.” Leo lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping toward the door, ensuring no other pack members were listening before he continued, “I’m saying, you waited too long!”

“Think about it, all these years, what kind of life did you have in the Grant Pack? On the surface, you were the glamorous Luna of the Grant Pack, but what was the reality? Carson always carried a torch for his dead sister’s legacy, and Elder Grant only cared about his pack’s pure bloodline! When did they ever treat you like true pack? And when you brought Lola to the Grant territory, did they ever treat her like she mattered?”

‘It wasn’t Lola they looked down on, was it? It was you, because you weren’t born of their stars!”

Every word Leo spoke struck a raw nerve for Wendy. Her expression tightened, her scent growing increasingly strained and bitter.

Seeing that she was listening, Leo continued, fanning the flames of her inner wolf’s resentment. “Before Isabella Miller returned, they were at least civil to Lola. Now that Isabella is back, just look at their true colors! They treat her like a High Alpha while Lola lies here broken.”

‘For that niece, Carson roared at you, ripped into you, even bared his fangs! And the Elder? He didn’t even hesitate–he just flat–out treated you like ar Omega outsider!”

‘Wendy, don’t you see? In the Grant Pack’s eyes, you, Wendy, are nothing more than an outsider! You’re just a tool–a breeder for their heirs, a prop to naintain their perfect pack image!”

Now, they believe you–their ‘tool‘–are no longer cooperative, that you’re just getting in the way of Isabella’s rise, and they’re ready to cast you aside!”

pictured Wendy’s face draining of color, inch by agonizing inch, her wolf let out a silent, broken howl of realization.

clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging deep into my flesh, almost drawing blood. My own wolf was snarling at the manipulation Leo was weaving.

Leo’s words were beyond harsh, grating on my very soul, and yet, damn it, they were devastatingly true in the cold hierarchy of the werewolf workt

No… he… he wasn’t this way before…” I murmured to myself, trying to convince my wolf.

Before?” Leo scoffed, a cold sneer twisting his lips, his eyes flashing a predatory yellow. “Before, it was because his pack’s core interests weren’t hreatened! Now Isabella is back, and she’s the Grant Pack’s legitimate bloodline! What do you and Lola even mean to them?”

de gestured to the lifeless Lola in the healing bed.

Look at Lola! Reduced to this state, has Carson ever said a single word for you, for her? He only tells you to put up with a To consider the greater back good! What is his ‘greater pack good‘? It’s his pack’s reputation, and his precious niece!

He’s not truly on your side!”

co’s words hit Wendy like a thunderclap. I saw it in the way her eyes widened, her entire body tensing as if struck by lightning, het fur metaphorically bristling.

A stark realization seemed to dawn on her, breaking through the last remnants of her demal

Her gaze hardened, reflecting the undeniable truth: her mate wasn’t truly on her side.

I could almost hear the questions forming in her mind. If he truly was, how could he stand by and watch Lola fall into a vegetative state, yet still detend

me?

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And if he was truly on her side, why was his first reaction to her mentioning dissolution not to beg her to stay, but to simply think she was making a

scene?

If his heart was truly aligned with mine, how could he… how could he strike me without a moment’s hesitation, Alpha or not?

All the indignity, the simmering defiance, the bitter hatred – it finally burst forth, finding its desperate outlet in that moment.

I watched as the confusion in Wendy’s eyes morphed into raw pain, before hardening into a bone–deep coldness, stark and utterly resolute.

I later heard about Wendy’s response to her brother. “You’re right, big brother,” she’d said, her voice heavy with conviction as she looked at Leo. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have held onto any illusions about the Grant Pack.”

I could almost picture Leo’s face, his outward sympathy failing to mask the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched her.

“Good, I’m glad your wolf is seeing sense,” Leo said, gripping Wendy’s hand and squeezing it tightly. “Wendy, don’t be afraid. You may be leaving the Grant Pack, but you still have your own blood kin. You still have me. Your brother will always be your rock.”

He went on, his voice a subtle seduction, The Garrett Pack, that’s your true home. We look after our own.”

I watched as Wendy’s gaze snapped into focus, a sudden, fierce determination blazing in her eyes.

A clarity born of absolute conviction settled over her face, as if she’d finally swallowed the bitter pill and declared, yes, the Garrett Pack was her home

10w.

Without another word, Wendy pulled out her communication crystal and, with chilling resolve, blocked Carson’s mental frequency on every single back channel.

Meanwhile, Carson, oblivious, had waited for Wendy’s reply. When nothing came, he’d sent another text through the Howlnet: Lola is too headstrong,

just wanted to teach her a lesson for the good of the pack.

But the message was met with a stark red mental exclamation mark.

Message sent, but rejected by recipient’s mental–link.]

She had severed the link.

could only imagine Carson’s reaction, seeing that glaring red symbol of a severed bond. He probably scoffed, his wolf pacing in a circle of denial.

ine. Fine, fine.

o, Wendy’s really doing this? Throwing away a Blood Bond for her niece?

le’d never allow a dissolution. The Grant Pack had never had a bond severed in its history, and he wasn’t about to be the Alpha who let their empire rumble under the weight of a broken heart.