Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 567

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Wendy must have snapped her head up, only to see the face that once held so much tenderness for her, now filled with a chilling menace. I knew she’d go white, every drop of color draining from her face in an instant as her scent spiked with the sharp, metallic tang of fear. My own wolf, sensing the shift in the room, paced restlessly behind my ribs, her fur bristling at the heavy Alpha pheromones beginning to saturate the air.

Carson walked in, and with each deliberate step, his powerful Alpha presence pressed down on me, stealing the very air from my lungs. His aura was like a physical weight, a storm of dominance that made the shadows in the corner of the pack–house den seem to cringe.

Wendy recoiled instantly, taking a shaky step back.“You… what are you doing here?” Her voice was barely a whisper, thin with shock.

Carson didn’t answer. Instead, he slammed a document onto the dark wood coffee table right in front of me. The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing through the mind–link range of everyone in the immediate vicinity.

“Sign it.”

I watched as Wendy’s hands trembled, reaching for the document. Her eyes scanned the title, and just like that, her whole body went rigid, as if a lightning bolt had just hit her.

Bond Dissolution Covenant. The title slammed into me, stealing what little breath I had left. It was the formal end to a blood bond, a spiritual and legal severing of their fates.

Her gaze skimmed over the detailed clauses, and I saw her flinch. The reason was stark: she’d secretly transferred 2.6 billion in pack assets and territory tributes. Consequently, she wouldn’t receive a single penny of their shared communal pack property under the Ancient Wolf Covenant.

“Carson! Do you have to be so ruthless?” she shrieked.

“Ruthless?” Carson laughed, a chilling sound that didn’t reach his eyes–they remained a cold, predatory amber. “Wendy, when you conspired with Susa: to scheme against the Grant Pack, did you ever stop to consider how ruthless you were?”

Wendy’s face instantly went stark white, all color draining from her cheeks.

Her jaw dropped, her eyes wide with dawning horror. He… he knew. All of it. His wolf was looming just beneath the surface of his skin, the skin on his knuckles tightening as if he were fighting the urge to let the claws erupt.

‘I didn’t! You’re lying!” she cried, her voice thin with denial.“That was Andrew’s scheme, it has nothing to do with me!” She wasn’t giving an inch, though her scent betrayed her; the musk of a cornered animal was filling the room.

I watched Carson, the disappointment in his eyes so thick it felt suffocating.“Even now, you’re still lying,” he said, his voice flat. “Wendy, I just want to ask you one thing: What exactly do you hope to achieve? What good does destroying the Grant Pack do you?”

I saw Wendy’s eyes dart, a flicker of calculation before her face crumpled. In an instant, she had that ‘about–to–cry‘ look perfected, a performance Id

seen countless times.

She dropped to her knees in front of Carson, her arms wrapping around his legs as she sobbed, a raw, gut–wrenching sound that tore at the silence. L almost flinched. My wolf whined low in my throat, sensing the theatricality of the omega–like submission she was faking.

Her voice was a torrent of anguish. “Carson, I was wrong! I truly was! I didn’t mean to harm the Grant Pack! I just… I was just scared!”

I heard my name, and a cold dread settled in “I was afraid you’d give everything to Isabella!” Wendy wailed, her grip tightening on Carson. The moment the came back, you’d only have eyes for her, and you wouldn’t care if Layla and I lived or died

She continued, her voice rising in a frantic pitch “Yu is still training in the distant territories; he’s the future heir of the Grant Pack! I just wanted…. wanted to secure more for our pup! Everything I’ve done, it’s all for Yu!”

It was a classic performance: the helpless mother–wolf, pushed to the brink, desperate to protect her pup. I knew, deep down, it was all a lie.

Carson’s rigid face finally softened, just a fraction, at the mention of his pup, Evan

He was his only pup, after all.

He wouldn’t want Evan to know about the discord between them, about how broken their blood bond truly was.

He sighed, weariness lacing his voice.

“Wendy, don’t you understand by now?”

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Isabella has Fire Moon Apothecary, Her spirit–silver micro–rune technology is incredibly advanced. In the future, Fire Moon will be a powerhouse, easily rivaling the Grant Pack. She doesn’t need, or even want, the little bit the Grants have to offer.”

Wendy’s sobs hitched, and I saw a flash of pure hatred and jealousy flicker in her eyes. Her wolf was baring its teeth in the shadows of her mind.

She clearly didn’t believe I had that kind of ability, convinced that any success I’d achieved was solely due to Grayson’s support.

And then, hearing Carson’s words, she seemed to take it as a sign of weakness, seizing the opportunity to press her advantage.

I’m sorry, Carson, I was so foolish! I was out of my mind! Please, just forgive me this once, okay? Let’s not end the blood bond, let’s go back to how we were before…”

No.”

Carson cut her off, his voice chilling.

He pulled his leg back, looking down at her, and the very last trace of warmth vanished from his eyes. I could see the muscles in his neck ripple as his wolf growled internally, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards.

Wendy, there’s no going back for us.”

He pointed at the Bond Dissolution Covenant, his tone unyielding.

Sign it. Let’s make this a clean break.”

Wendy stared at Carson in disbelief.

she’d laid it all out, bringing up their pup, tearfully apologizing, surely expecting that even if he didn’t forgive her immediately, his attitude would have

Softened.

For over twenty years, it had always been this way.

No matter how she acted out, as soon as she shed tears or played the victim, he would always give in eventually.

But today, the ice in his eyes showed no sign of melting. This wasn’t just a cooling–off; we were deep in a permanent Blood Dormancy Period.

No… I won’t get a blood bond dissolution!” Wendy scrambled to her feet and tore the covenant to shreds, the parchment ripping with a sound like napping bone.

Carson’s gaze remained glacial, fixed on Wendy. The sheer indifference radiating from him was palpable, a suffocating weight in the room. “Wendy,” he aid, his voice flat and devoid of emotion,“I can have a hundred, a thousand of these covenants drawn up by the Pack Council. This blood bond is nding. And for Evan’s sake, I’m giving you one last chance to walk away with some dignity.”

I won’t pursue the assets you secretly transferred,” he stated, his voice flat.“Consider those your compensation. But besides that, don’t even dream of aking anything else that belongs to the Grant Pack.”

Sign it, and we can part amicably. Otherwise, we’ll settle this before the Pack Council elders. And if we do, the Ancient Wolf Covenant will ensure you von’t get a single dime!”

f it had been before, I might have been willing to compromise, but now, the money I’d secretly transferred… that damned Leo had already absconded with!

Which meant, if I signed now, I’d be walking away with absolutely nothing!

No!

I would never accept that!

The sorrow and regret on Wendy’s face evaporated in an instant, replaced by a terrifying, almost crazed fury that unveiled her true colors. Her scent turned foul, scorched and bitter.

‘Carson! Over my dead body!”

She glared at him, eyes bloodshot, like a mother beast backed into a corner.

“I’ve been your mate for over twenty years! I bore your pups, I managed this pack territory! I’ve paid my dues, Carson! And now you want to kick me to the curb without a single dime? I’m telling you, no way in hell!

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I want a share of the Grant Pack’s sovereignty! I want half! No–seventy percent! I didn’t manage the Grant Pack for you just to walk away with nothing!”

I watched her face twist, instantly grotesque with hysteria over pack tokens. A cold certainty settled over me. In Carson’s hardened gaze, I saw it: his heart had finally, utterly died. The blood bond was already a gray, withered thing between them.

I saw a cynical glint enter his eyes, as if he found the entire scene utterly ridiculous.

The Grant Pack shares are communal pack property; they’re not my personal assets. Are you seriously trying to lay claim to the ancestral tokens too? He curled his lip, his voice dripping with scorn Wendy, don’t you think you’re being utterly greedy?!”

I knew Wendy had brought absolutely nothing into the blood bond when she’d first arrived. No dowry, no family wealth, not even a hunting ground.

And now, as she’s dissolving the bond with him, she wants to walk away with hundreds of millions of dollars in Grant Pack sovereignty?

The sheer audacity of her! It was beyond belief.

I knew Wendy thought she had him right where she wanted him. Her voice, I imagined, was sharp and demanding as she scoffed.”Pack assets have to be divided in a dissolution! Either we stay mates, and you pay me a hundred million dollars in dividends every single moon, or we dissolve the bond now, and I get seventy percent of the tokens!”

I could practically see Carson’s cold stare, dismissing her utterly absurd demands without a word.

Then, probably with that self–satisfied smirk she always wore, she continued, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Ah Yu gets all these tokens.”

But I knew Carson wouldn’t believe a single word she said.

f he actually gave her anything, I knew every single dollar would end up right in Lola’s hands.

It was sickening. Wendy’s favoritism for her niece. Always had been.

Carson’s eyes narrowed, a sharp, dangerous glint sparking in their depths.

Carson’s gaze sharpened, a question forming in his eyes. Wendy had two daughters and a pup–so why was Lola the only one she treated with such blatant favoritism?

Before he could even process that thought, Wendy’s impatient voice cut through the tense air.

Have you decided yet?! Are we dissolving the blood bond or not?!”

Carson snapped back to reality, his gaze freezing over as he looked at her.

Every single token in the Grant Pack fortune is registered under my father, the Old Patriarch. All I have are the rights to the annual kill–dividends.”

Wendy’s face went completely still, her expression freezing solid.

The shock on her face was palpable, a stark realization that hit me just as clearly: she’d had no idea.

Wendy had always believed that Carson, as the Alpha of the Grant Pack, already controlled all its territory assets and tokens.

And to think, Wendy had believed Carson held the reins. But the true power, the absolute authority over the Grant Pack, still belonged to his ancient, practically comatose father, the Great Alpha.