Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 572

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Lola scoffed, a disgusted expression marring her face. There wasn’t a hint of pity in her for those poor lone pups, despite the fact that she herself had once been a stray. Only utter contempt. My wolf paced beneath my skin, her hackles rising at the sheer lack of pack empathy.

“Building them a sanctuary is just for show, so I can use them as tools to harvest credits. Mom, don’t get all soft–hearted and waste resources on these omega wastes.”

Wendy didn’t just not find a problem with her daughter’s twisted ideas; she actually thought they were brilliant. I watched through the psychic link as her face lit up with admiration.

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Her gaze held a silent affirmation: Yes, Lola is right.

I could practically hear the unspoken question forming in her mind: How could the lives of those insignificant pups possibly compare to her daughter’s future as a Luna?

“Okay, Mommy will do whatever you say.”

Wendy smiled and agreed, her mind already buzzing with calculations, figuring out just how much tribute she could skim off the first construction payment and funnel into Lola’s Howlnet ledger.

A look passed between the mother and daughter, a silent agreement that spoke volumes. They both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

What neither of them realized was that their every move, every whispered word, was being transmitted thousands of miles away, all thanks to an inconspicuous sensory–eye I’d planted inside the pack transport.

I watched Lola, a faint smirk playing on her lips, probably marveling at how ridiculously easy it had been to package herself as some kind of benevolent High Luna.

The name “Lola Pup Sanctuary” spread like wildfire through the Howlnet of the Silvermoon Territory.

The pack elite, whether truly moved or merely playing along, were eager to burnish their images with a veneer of pack–mercy.

Suddenly, Lola was the darling of the tribal circuit.

In a borrowed ceremonial gown, clutching a flute of moon–honey wine, she glided through countless pack feasts and rituals, her face set in that carefully perfected smile–a little sweet, a little heartbroken for the parentless.

“Mr. Brook,” I heard her say, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy and manufactured pheromones.“Those poor pups. It’s not just about having no den to sleep in; ritual healing and warrior schooling are huge issues for them.”

“Mrs. Lee, you have such a generous spirit. I promise you, every single credit of your tribute will go directly to the pups.”

Her voice was perfectly modulated, sounding incredibly sincere, almost too much so.

And just like that, those bloated, self–important Alphas and their mates, each with their own ulterior motives, reached for their blood–seals.

The credits poured in.

The numbers on the sanctuary’s public ledger climbed higher every single day.

A significant portion of it, of course, was quietly siphoned right into Lola’s own private hoard.

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I could almost picture Lola, late at night when the moon was high and the terracey fell shear, making a for long ring of Howlnet credit app, her wolf wanting to howl with excitement.

I could almost hear her jubilant whisper, Harvesting bore, it can be thus faed

Meanwhile, Wendy was making her own moves.

She went to see Evan

Instead of going to his Clan Citadel, she waited for him right outside his private den

I took in her appearance: an old, ragged pelt–coat, a face completely devoid of scent–pain. She looked urterly exhausted, like a submissive omega in distress.

The moment Evan’s pack–cruiser pulled into the underground cavern, I watched her rush forward to meet him.

“Ah Yu,‘ she called out, a hint of desperation in her tone

I saw Evan’s jaw tighten, his brows furrowing the instant his eyes landed on her. He stopped dead in his tracks, his Alpha aura flickering with irritation.

“Mom,” he responded, his voice flat and devoid of warmth.

I watched Wendy’s gaze fix on her son, seeing the way he seemed to physically recoil, an unspoken barrier rising between them. A sharp pang, like a silver needle prick, seemed to hit her heart, and her eyes instantly welled up.

But this time, instead of the usual snarls and dramatics, she simply bowed deeply to Evan, her shoulders slumping

“Evan, I’m sorry.”

Her voice was a little hoarse, and for the first time, it sounded like genuine regret.

Last time, Mom was wrong. Mom was confused, I shouldn’t have pushed your blood bond so hard. Please don’t be mad at Mom anymore, okay?”

She stayed there, hunched over, not rising.

That move completely threw Evan off balance.

He’d clearly prefer her to howl and bark at him, anything but this quiet display of vulnerability. My own wolf tiked her head in suspicion, sensing the shift in the air.

He could argue against tears and yelling, but this quiet surrender left him at a loss.

He was silent for a long moment, then slowly walked over, taking her arm.

“Mom, get up.”

He sighed.

I’m not mad at you.”

Wendy straightened with his gentle pull, lifting her head. Her eyes were still brimming with tears.

“Really? You really forgive Mom?”

Evan looked at the bloodshot veins in her eyes, at the face etched with ‘regret,‘ and finally, he gave a slow nod

It was as if he felt cornered, bound by the unbreakable Ancient Wolf Covenant that she was his mother–ab

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The moment Evan nodded, I could practically feel Wendy’s wild joy, even if she still tried to project that careful, fragile demeanor on

her face.

“Oh, Evan, thank you. Thank you for still accepting me as your mother–wolf.”

Watching her fawn over him like that, I could tell Evan was barely keeping it together. The performance was clearly wearing thin.

Luckily, Wendy never had much patience for maintaining an act. She pulled a file folder from her bag and held it out to Evan.

“Evan, just look at this. Lola really has changed for the better. She’s completely sincere, I promise.”

Evan took it, pulling out the contents.

Inside was a proposal for a new pack project–the ‘Mountain She–wolf Education Support Program.’

The proposal itself was incredibly professional. Complete with charts and data, every detail–from the background and proposed solutions to the tribute budget–was clearly laid out. A really impressive document.

If only Lola’s intentions were actually pure, if she genuinely wanted to help the tribe.

Evan lowered his gaze, his face a perfectly blank canvas, betraying not a single flicker of his inner wolf’s emotion.

Wendy’s eyes remained locked on him, furtively scrutinizing his expression for any hint of a reaction.

“She said she wanted to leverage the Grant Pack’s reputation to expand the project and help more she–wolf pups.”

“Don’t worry, it’s mainly about lending your Alpha name. We’ll figure out the funding ourselves; you won’t have to spend another

credit.”

I watched Evan flip through the proposal, page by page, not saying a word.

To be fair, the proposal itself was genuinely a good cause for the clan.

If it could truly help those girls who couldn’t afford their Rite of Passage, leveraging some of the Grant Pack’s resources wouldn’t be out of the question.

I could see Wendy’s confidence building when he didn’t immediately shut her down.

She pressed her advantage. “Evan, Mom knows I favored Lola and neglected you before. Now, I just want to do something good for the pack, to make amends.”

“Just think of it as giving your mother–wolf another chance, okay?”

Her words were dripping with a manufactured sincerity I knew all too well, a performance crafted to tug at his heartstrings.

I pictured him then, his gaze moving from her hopeful, pleading eyes to the “charitable” proposal in his hands. A crushing despair must have settled in, utterly disheartened by her bottomless lack of pack decency.

Did she truly believe he was blind to their scheme? That he wouldn’t see they were just using a pup welfare project as a front to siphoning tribute?

A chilling emptiness must have settled in his heart, I thought, as his mind turned to the plan I’d shared with him. It was then, I imagine, he spoke, his voice strained and heavy:

“Fine.”

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He passed his Alpha signet at the bottom of the contract, decisively and without hesitation.

How much do you need? I’ll have the pack accounting transfer the credits.”

In Wendy’s eyes, I saw an unconcealed flicker of pure elation.

A success!

Not only had she secured the Grant Pack’s endorsement, but also another massive sum of resources!

Evan couldn’t stand the blatant triumph on her face, and his voice was flat as he continued:

I have another Council meeting, Mom. You should head back to your territory now.”

All Wendy cared about was getting the credits. She ignored Evan completely, blind to the fact that his wolf was clearly mourning

Then, a sly smile playing on her lips, she simply said, “Alright, alright, I’ll head back for now.”

The moment she was finally out of sight, Evan immediately stormed out of the citadel.

I watched Evan step out of the stone building, his usual sharp Alpha demeanor visibly frayed. My black Phantom–Cruiser, an extension of my will, glided silently to a stop just as he reached the curb.

Howered the tinted rear window, my expression carefully neutral, yet undeniably deliberate. My wolf watched him closely, sensing storm in his blood,

He pulled open the door and slid into the seat, the plush interior swallowing the last echoes of the territory’s noise.

The cruiser was silent, save for the whisper of the air conditioning.

Evan twisted open a bottle cap and took a sip of water. His voice was raw when he finally spoke.

“Isabella, you’re still monitoring their telepathic communications, right?”

I drove, my gaze fixed on the road ahead, and simply hummed.

“I want to hear it,”