Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 560

Chapter 560

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I could picture his father settling onto the sofa in the VIP suite of the Healing Sanctuary, a steady hand pouring himself a glass of warm spring water.

“Alright, stop hovering.”

Taking a sip, his father’s gaze, I knew, would have sharpened, fixed on his son. My wolf, Luna, could almost feel the weight of the Elder’s Alpha presence even from a distance.

His words, I understood, cut through the silence with a new kind of intensity. “It’s not just the Ancestral Nanites she made that are miraculous.”

His father, I grasped, had pierced straight through the surface, uncovering the deeper truth of the Silvermoon lineage.

I imagined his eyes, usually so astute, deepening with reflection.

“I could feel it,” his father had said, and I knew what he meant. “While those things were in my veins, there was a force… so gentle, yet incredibly precise. guiding them.”

His conviction, I knew, was absolute.

Flame Clan Apothecary’s Nanites, perhaps other pharmaceutical packs could develop something similar,” he continued, his voice gaining strength. “But

o wield them with such divine skill, in this whole wide world, I believe only Isabella could do it.”

‘Carson,” he’d asked, the question hanging heavy in the air, “do you understand what this means?”

And I–knew, in that moment, Carson’s body would have tensed, a jolt of realization running through his Alpha–frame.

A sudden understanding flickered in his eyes, and I knew he’d finally grasped the deeper meaning behind his father’s words.

And in that moment, the truth hit me, sharp and clear: I was the true, irreplaceable treasure of the Pack.

Not Flame Clan Apothecary.

Not the Nanites.

it was me.

My technology was utterly unique, woven with the very essence of my wolf’s spirit.

could snatch a patient back from the very jaws of the Eternal Shadow, even after an acute cerebral hemorrhage, leaving them with no lingering se

:ffects.

What did that truly mean?

t meant I could cure countless diseases, that I could extend the life of every shifter and pup!

For the powerful elite, the old Alphas who stood at the absolute pinnacle of wealth and power, yet feared the Moon–Cursed death more than nything, my existence was a temptation beyond any treasure in the world.

I watched as a sudden cold sweat broke out on Carson’s back.

He understood the perilous truth better than anyone to possess such a treasure was to invite a Great Pack War

If word of this got our, the danger I’d be in. I knew he couldn’t even bear to imagine i

“We have to protect Isabella”

Carson’s expression turned serious, I know, Dad,‘ he replied

“Chairman Grant,” a voice crackled through the telepathic mind–link, tinged with pan. Chutside the Samsary there we mam people. Representatives from all the major pharmat curis al clane and top–tier Alpha families in the county, all way to they need to see Ms. Mille..”

I watched Carson’s brow furrow, a grim line appearing between his eyes

So, the news had gotten out. Just as I’d feared

Word of Mr. Grant’s miraculous recovery had spread like a wildfire bowl, tearing through the Silvermoon Terrory and the nation’s elite curches at ant alarming, almost terrifying, speed.

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At first, everyone had just dismissed it as pack–gossip, a fleeting rumor.

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But then, when the Sanctuary’s official medical report somehow leaked through ‘special Howlnet channels, the entire scene exploded. Countless influential figures, the kind who could pull any string imaginable, activated every contact they had, all just to get a single audience with me to utter a single word to the Wolf–Healer.

The offers coming in were absolutely wild, each one more astonishing than the last.

But with Grayson firmly in my corner, no one dared to make a move–at least not yet. His Alpha aura was a shield that few dared to test.

Still, overtures of goodwill kept flooding into Flame Clan Apothecary, all of them aimed squarely at me.

Orders for the Nanites started pouring into the firm, coming in like a blizzard in the northern tundra.

Overnight, my worth had skyrocketed to an unimaginable, almost dizzying height.

The air in the Silvermoon Territory was thick with its familiar humidity.

The Cloud–Pacer jet touched down smoothly on Grayson’s exclusive tarmac.

The moment I stepped off the gangway, a jacket, carrying Grayson’s faint, cool fragrance of pine and winter rain, settled on my shoulders. My wolf, Luna, leaned into the scent, purring contentedly.

Grayson stepped up behind me, his hand naturally finding mine, our fingers lacing together. The heat from his skin was a silent promise of protection

The territory gets cool at night.”

His voice was low and pleasant, his actions so incredibly familiar, as if he’d performed them a thousand times across a hundred lifetimes.

I glanced down at the thin shirt I was wearing, then across at Grayson, who was only in a single shirt himself. A familiar wave of exasperation washed

over me.

Bro, I’m not cold,” I told him.

I am,” Grayson stated, his voice flat.

He replied with those two words, his expression utterly unreadable, and took my hand, guiding me toward the Obsidian–Strider

I just… couldn’t. My wolf laughed at his blatant lie, sensing his need to mark me with his scent.

Fine. Whatever made him happy.

The car didn’t head back to the villa, nor did it go to the Grant Clan estate.

watched the territory lights blur past, realizing we were heading toward the heart of the downtown clan–distoKY,

Finally, the car pulled up in front of a private club.

There was no sign, just two stone lions guarding a heavy wooden gate. A mark of the Ancient Pact was erched above the ring of absolute exclusivity, as if no outsiders were ever meant to step foot inside.

The moment we stepped inside, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of aged wood and Alpha pheromones filled my nesteds.

The main hall was incredibly spacious, furnished with a few set of dark tables and chairs. On one wall bung an abstract passing female quite decipher–just a murky expanse of black, yet somehow it made the space feel even more serene

It was unnervingly quiet here, so much so that even our footsteps shared like bearbents in the th

My cousin, Logan Grant, was already here

He was seated by the window, dressed in a casual out, wearing gold–rimmed glasses and grossed in his Theses de

He looked up at the sound of our arrival, and his eyes immediately to up when be en mis

“Isabella.”

Logan Grant stood up, a look of pure, undisguised delight spreading across his face

He walked right up to me, arms open, and pulled me into a solid brug

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“Cousin, long time no see. You look even better,” his voice laced with laughter, warm and familiar.

I smiled back, patting his back.

“Cousin, you’re the one who hasn’t changed a bit.”

We hadn’t seen each other in years, but that familiar, comforting sense of pack–family returned the moment our eyes met.

But that warmth didn’t last more than a few seconds before I felt a sudden chill on my back. Grayson was standing right behind me, silent, his wolf hovering just beneath his skin, casting a long, predatory shadow. His face was unreadable, his gaze fixed quietly on my cousin’s hand, still resting on my back.

There was no discernible change in Grayson’s expression, yet my cousin still seemed to feel the Alpha–pressure.

My cousin released me, his eyes sweeping over Grayson through his glasses, a barely perceptible curve touching his lips.

A knowing glint entered his eyes, as if he was recalling the Clan Elder’s comments about me getting close to someone from the Carter family.

And from the look on his face, he clearly knew it was far more than just ‘close.‘

Grayson’s possessiveness was a palpable thing, thick enough to taste in the air like ozone before a lightning strike.

“Grayson.”

Logan Grant offered his hand, radiating an almost theatrical confidence.

A flicker in Logan’s eyes told me he probably felt like his newly found ‘baby sister‘ was about to be snatched away by a wolf before we’d even had a proper conversation.

Grayson’s gaze slowly shifted from Logan’s outstretched hand, still suspended in the air, to his face.

It was obvious he wasn’t going to take it. His wolf growled low in his chest, a sound felt rather than heard.

Instead, a low, dismissive ‘Hmm‘ rumbled in his throat.

The next second, he reached out, his arm wrapping naturally around my waist, guiding me to the chair right next to his and pressing me gently in the

seat.

The whole maneuver wasn’t rushed, but it was executed in one swift, decisive motion, effectively putting a physical barrier between Logan and

The air practically froze.

A headache began to prickle behind my eyes, and I pressed my fingers to my temples. Seriously, he was doing this again. The Alpha–jealousy was exhausting.

I cleared my throat, desperate to break the suffocating awkwardness.

Bro, let me introduce you,‘ I said to Logan, forcing a smile This is Grayson”

Then I turned to Grayson. This is my cousin, Logan Grant My actual cousin”

I put extra emphasis on ‘actual cousin‘

Logan’s gaze flickered to Grayson’s handsome face, a face that practically screamed bray away from my mare. A known look deepested the vände playing on Logan’s lips

A glint of pure amusement sparked in his eyes

He pulled out a chair and sat down on my other side, leaning in conspiratorially. Then with a side this barely read he spoke in 4 Ysin e Zant for the three of us. Isabella, your friend here seems to have a ba of sa sue with me?

An awkward laugh escaped me I was just about to explain-

But Grayson cut me off

He slowly, deliberately, picked up the teapot from the table and poured a cup of tea to the ang in frums of me

The warm tea sent up wisps of white steam, blurring whatever emotion might have been lurking in his glowing yea

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His voice was quiet, but it held an undeniable, almost palpable, Alpha weight.

“Not friends.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Grayson looked up, his dark eyes locking onto Logan, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m her brother.”

Grayson leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting over my sensitive earlobe, his scent completely drowning out everything else.

He let out a low chuckle, a sound meant only for my ears, making my wolf shiver with recognition.

I’m your man.”