Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562.

I didn’t know it then, but far across the Blood–Moon Territory, inside a heavily guarded private Healing Sanctuary, Wendy’s eyes v bloodshot as she stared, unmoving, at the figure on the raised stone recovery bed.

She had already been keeping vigil there for almost half a month, her scent rank with the sharp, acidic tang of maternal distress.

For the past two weeks, I’d been running on fumes, barely sleeping or eating. My wolf was restless, pacing the cages of my ribs as if de sensing the storm brewing I’d wasted away, my body a gaunt, haggard mess, the weight of the Silvermoon Pack’s future pressing do on my shoulders.

Finally, it happened–a subtle tremor, a gentle flutter in the long eyelashes of the heavily bandaged she–wolf on the bed.

Next to me in the vision of the events that would later reach my mind–link–I saw Wendy’s breath catch, her body going utterly sti She practically lunged forward, throwing herself at the bedside, and gripped her pup’s hand with desperate force. Her voice, when sl spoke, was a raw, trembling mess.

Wendy’s voice tore through the silence of the sanctuary, a raw, choked sound.“Lola… Lola! Are you awake? Look at Mommy!”

I watched as Lola’s eyelids struggled to part, opening just a sliver. The harsh glow–crystals of the room made her wince, her eyes squinting uncomfortably. It took a long moment for her eyes to slowly adjust to the physical world.

The first thing she saw was her mother’s face, etched with exhaustion and overwhelming joy.

“Mom…”

Lola’s voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper against stone.

“Oh! I’m here, sweetie! Mom’s here!” Wendy sobbed with relief, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls. She squeezed Lola’s hand tight, her pheromones radiating a frantic, clutching need as she babbled incoherently, “It’s wonderful… Lola, you’re finally awake… you scared Mom half to death… How do you feel? Is anything hurting?”

Lola’s consciousness slowly returned, and with it, the memories.

The humiliation of being cornered in that room by those she–wolves, her hair brutally chopped to mark her shame, her clothes ripped off by rival claws…

The searing pain of losing control, her wolf surging in a frantic, broken shift as she slammed her head against the wall, her skull cracking against the display table… The mocking and contemptuous stares of the pack members right before she blacked out…

All the memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave, and her inner wolf let out a jagged, pained howl!

“Aargh!”

Then, a sharp, piercing shriek tore from Lola’s throat. I watched–through the eyes of the shadows I kept–as she bolt upright, her hands clamping tightly over her head. Her once–beautiful face, which should have been that of a proud Alpha–heir, contorted into a mask of agony and pure, venomous hatred.

“Isabella! I’m going to kill her! I will kill her!”

She thrashed as if scalded by silver, and with a violent wrench, the IV needle–pumping restorative wolf–blood into her veins–was ripped out. A bead of blood welled from the puncture site, quickly blooming into a small red stain on the stark white sheet.

“Lola! Lola, take it out on me, baby, just don’t hurt yourself!”

Wendy, utterly horrified, rushed forward, trying to pin her daughter’s hands down. But Lola, as if possessed by a feral spirit, violently

18:06

85.0%

< Chapter 562

shoved her mother away.

“Get away from me! Lola shrieked, her eyes flashing a dangerous, unstable red. It’s all your fault! You’re useless! You can’t even p your own daughter! What kind of Grant family Luna are you?

Her voice was sharp and shrill, and I could practically feel the words twisting into Wendy’s heart like daggers of pure obsidian.

Wendy stumbled backward from the push, her lower back slamming hard against the corner of the stone nightstand. I watched he gasp, sucking in a sharp breath against the pain, her wolf whimpering in submission to her own daughter’s rage.

But she paid no mind to her own injury. Her gaze was fixed on Lola, who was still wildly harming herself, and I could see Wendy’s visibly breaking. She flung herself forward once more, this time pouring every ounce of her strength into it, clinging to Lola from behind in a fierce, desperate embrace.

Wendy’s voice was a raw, choked mess, her words barely coherent between sobs. I’m sorry… Lola, it’s Mom’s fault… I’m useless…“} tears streamed down, soaking Lola’s hospital gown. “Please don’t do this,” she pleaded, “Don’t hurt yourself… Whatever you want, I’l give it to you…”

“You want Isabella to die, then I’ll go kill her! Okay?”

I knew Lola’s frantic struggles eventually ceased as Wendy relentlessly soothed her with the low hum of a mother’s pheromones.

She’d collapse, utterly drained, into Wendy’s arms, gasping for breath, but I was certain the hatred in her eyes remained undiminish cold and calculating.

Wendy, seeing her daughter like that, I knew, would be consumed by an unbearable ache. Her reason, I was certain, had long since burned away in the fire of her pup’s suffering. I knew exactly what Wendy would be thinking: that the entire world owed Lola. Everything,

I could almost hear Wendy’s desperate voice, promising, “Lola, don’t worry! Mama will make sure you get justice!”

“Those who hurt you, not a single one will get away! Mama’s going to make sure they rot in the pack dungeons under the Ancient Wo

Covenant!”

“And your reputation? Mama will fix it! Whatever it costs in gold or territory, I’ll make sure you rise again, glorious and triumphant!”

I knew what effect Wendy’s words had: a calculated gleam, flashing deep in Lola’s eyes. That was the outcome Lola had been aiming f all along. The ultimate payoff. What she wanted was Wendy’s boundless guilt and unconditional compensation. That was her endgame.

She leaned weakly against her pillow, her gaze at Wendy one that I knew was calculated to appear utterly innocent and understanding, the perfect submissive pup.

That…that’ll cost a lot of the pack’s treasury, won’t it?”

“Money’s no object! Resources are meant to be used!”

I could almost picture Wendy’s hand flying to her crystal interface, her face etched with a desperate, almost manic resolve. “Anything to get you justice, sweetheart. I’ll spend every last dime. I don’t care if it ruins my standing in the Silvermoon Pack!”

Lola looked at her, tears shimmering in her eyes–a performance of overwhelming gratitude that would fool even an Elder.

“Mom, you’re the best.”

Wendy melted, completely disarmed by her daughter’s seemingly dependent gaze. Any lingering unease she had about liquidating her assets simply vanished. Her entire world now revolved around paving a smooth path for her daughter’s future, I realized.

18:06

85.0%

< Chapter 562

Just then, Wendy’s interface, which had been set aside, vibrated with a mental pulse. It was a mind–link mewage from Law. It was about a territory sale–someone wanted to buy one of the properties in her name.

She didn’t hesitate for a second. Without a thought, she immediately listed that property for sale on the Howlnet, dumping it at a pri far below market value. The funds had already been moved into the offshore account Leo had provided.

I knew Wendy considered those transfers into the overseas account as Lola’s dowry. And any assets she’d gain from her Blood Bond Dissolution with Carson would also be for Lola.

Just then, my own communication crystal let out a soft ‘ding. On the screen, a tribute deposit notification flashed. I glanced at the notification, my face remaining impassive. With a casual flick of my thumb, I locked the screen and set the device aside

Then I reached for the document on my desk, my gaze sharpening as I resumed reading. The title glared back at me Disposal Plan fo Non–Performing Assets of Silvermoon Pack’s Eastside Territories.”

The fish were taking the bait, one by one. And it was time to slowly, inexorably, pull the net tighter until the silver wire cut bone

Lola was discharged from the Healing Sanctuary.

Wendy hadn’t taken Lola back to the Grant family home. After all, she was about to finalize her Blood Bond severance with Carson, an there was no way she would return to his den. I knew Wendy dreaded facing Carson, especially if it meant listening to him criticize Lola’s lack of Alpha–discipline.

I knew Wendy had immediately checked Lola into one of the territory’s most exclusive five–star high–rise suites, a place where the scent of commoners couldn’t reach them. I could just picture her–even now, probably sitting in that suite’s living room, still clad in a white silk Alpha–heirloom dress, delicately nibbling on fruit. Except for her hair, which was shorter than before, she’d still look like the same pampered princess she always was.

Sure enough, just three days after her discharge, Andrew showed up at her door.

I could easily imagine him, a bastard–born Alpha dressed in a sharp suit, holding a bouquet of expensive blue roses, a polite, gentle smile plastered on his face.

“Miss Garrett, please forgive this unannounced visit.”

I could almost hear Lola’s wary tone as she’d eye him, her wolf growling low in her throat, asking, “What do you want?”

Her hatred for me meant she wouldn’t have any affection for Andrew, the Silvermoon Pack’s illegitimate son. In her eyes, Andrew was just as despicable as I was–a stain on the bloodline. And given that Andrew’s mother was nothing more than Wendy’s lapdog, Lola wouldn’t care about him one bit more.

Andrew must have sensed the disgust radiating from Lola; he’d been on the receiving end of too many such looks lately, and I knew it. The golden boy he once was felt like a distant memory to me; I could see his standing slipping, day by day, as the pack’s hierarchy

shifted.

Andrew placed the flowers on the nightstand, then pulled up a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point. “I’m here, Ms. Garrett, because I want to discuss a partnership with you.”

“A partnership?” Lola scoffed.“Why would I ever partner with a bastard like you?”

“Because we have a common enemy.”

A knowing smile played on Andrew’s lips, his eyes glinting with a predatory light.

“Isabella, and… Grayson.”

< Chapter 563.