Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 565

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She frantically redialed that familiar frequency, again and again, until her crystal was burning hot in her hand, until her own fingers trembled. But all she got was the automated howl telling her his link was dead.

“Mom! What are you even doing?” Lola’s impatient voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding. It was like a splash of ice water, dragging Wendy back from the precipice of whatever personal collapse she was teetering on.

I watched as Wendy’s head snapped up, her eyes locking onto her pup’s spoiled, entitled face. The raw terror blooming in Wendy’s gaze seemed to magnify a thousandfold, a palpable tremor of fear vibrating through her frame.

The word echoed in my mind, a silent scream I knew was tearing through hers: Tribute. Her gold. Without it, how could she pave the way for Lola? How could she ever partner with Andrew, or stand up to Carson’s Alpha authority? Those frantic, desperate questions must have been a relentless current in her thoughts, dragging her deeper into the black waters of panic.

And then, the ultimate fear, the one that twisted her face into a mask of pure dread: she would be nothing but a complete, utter joke to the entire

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practically hear the thought shriek through her mind.

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new she was heading to Leo’s territory, or his pack stronghold, desperate to

had just stolen all her tribute and run to the rogue lands.

eezed into a commoner’s bulk air–shuttle like any ordinary Omega passeng her with the news: the den had been listed for sale two weeks and already

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t gave her another blow: President Leo hadn’t set foot in the hall for two weeks. Th broken. Most of their wolves, I heard, had already jumped ship to other packs.

llapsed into the abyss. I could almost see her, collapsing right there on the stone pavement strength drained from her body.

million units of tribute she’d gotten from selling of most in the wolf world.

ystal buzzed. Then, just as I felt her teetering of

manager–she snatched it up like a drowni

old, formal voice cut her off, echoing with Blood Dormancy Period, your mate, Alph es, shares, and real estate registered unde

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ovenant. Due to your alleged gainst you under the Pack Law. rozen by order of the Council.”

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freeze my tribute?!”

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the Alpha?

freezing all her stores?

ounded wolf’s cry.

mpletely unphased. “Ms. Garrett, if you have any livered to you by messenger very soon.”

umb fingers, hitting the ground with a sickening crack as the

make every shifter passing by stop and stare. She wouldn’t have cared, not had nothing. Absolutely nothing left. I could feel the hollow emptiness of it x

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driving obsession: she had to find Leo and make him cough up every last coin of that stolen tribute.

Meanwhile, I imagined a different scene unfolding: high above the territory, in the obsidian penthouse office of the Grant Pack Tower. Carson’s Beta assistant stood, delivering his report.

“Alpha,” he began, his voice crisp and efficient. “We’ve frozen all assets under the name of… the Luna… Ms. Wendy Garrett, as you instructed. Furthermore, our sentinels have discovered that Ms. Garrett has been frantically searching for her brother, Leo.

I eventually found Carson later that day. He was listening to a report, his face a blank canvas, utterly devoid of emotion, his wolf buried deep beneath the ice. Then he finally looked at me, his voice low.“My people are also looking, for him, but-”

He glanced at Carson’s face and continued, “I sent out a lot of scouts, we practically tore the Silvermoon and Ironfang territories apart, but we couldn’t even find a single trace of Leo. The man, it’s like he vanished into the rogue lands.”

Carson listened, his brows drawing together in a tight frown, his Alpha instincts sensing a deeper plot. The investigation pressed on. Every tribute account, every record of exchange on the Howlnet–they were all flagged for continued monitoring.

But his assistant’s face had held a strange expression when he delivered the update. “We’ve checked all his scent–trails and records, he’d informed them, “and for the past two weeks, there hasn’t been a single transaction. His most recent movement was at the Golden Touch workshop in the Cloud City territory. There’s been some trouble there with the Elders, and it’s since been shuttered.”

The Grant Pack had only just returned to this country, their influence not yet fully established across all the clans, which naturally limited his reach. Still, the Alpha’s order was unequivocal:“Keep investigating, starting with the Golden Touch workshop. Find out who provided the silver for that betrayal.”

“Yes, Alpha,” the assistant had confirmed, bowing his head in submission.

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