Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 574

Chapter 574.

I pictured Caleb’s hands trembling, the diary pages filled, every single one, with stories about this he–wolf, Adrian. My own wolf whimpere sympathy for the betrayal he was unearthing.

Then, suddenly-

[Adrian is gone, but he left a pup behind. I must find her. I can’t bear the thought of Adrian’s pup suffering out there.]

[I found her! The pup! Her eyes, her brows–so much like Adrian! I brought her home, to live with my brother and his mate. I named her Lol. be the living legacy of my love with Adrian. I will raise her as my own pup. I swear. I will give her everything in this territory, make her the ha High Luna, to make up for everything Adrian couldn’t give me!]

And then, a shattering blow-

t was like something detonated inside my head, the truth exploding with devastating force. All the questions. All the confusion. All the agoni hat had haunted our pack lineage. In that single, shattering moment, every question found its answer.

ola,

she was the pup of my mother–in–law’s first love. That’s why she loved her, spoiled her, adored her like the most precious moonstone. And i Wendy’s eyes, her own Alpha son, Caleb, was nothing more than a walking Blood–Core reservoir, a mere resource meant to sustain Lola’s wea

ssence.

The diary must have slipped from Caleb’s trembling hands. I imagined the dull thud as it hit the cold stone floor of the basement. I pictured hin n that cold lower den, his wolf howling in silent agony through the night. It wasn’t until dawn that he emerged, still clutching the wooden box. of going back to his room, he headed straight for his father’s quarters.

Caleb’s father, Caleb Sr., I knew, had been restless lately, his sleep light and fractured as the full moon approached. I could imagine him sensing he faintest shift in the air, rising to open the door. His father’s heart must have plummeted when he scented Caleb’s aura–dead, utterly lifeless, melling of cold ash.

Caleb, you…”

Caleb didn’t speak. He stepped past his father, walked in, and placed the wooden box on the mahogany desk. Then, one by one, he meticulously rranged the diary, the letters, and the photos in front of the Elder Alpha. Once done, he retreated to the side, leaning against the wall, watching ilently like an outsider to his own bloodline.

watched through the psychic link as Caleb Sr. picked up the diary, a puzzled frown on his face. I could almost feel the weight of the parchment it Lands as he turned to the first page. From that moment, his face, I knew, would never quite look the same. The words on the page must have unlea torrent of primal emotions in him–confusion twisting into shock, then disbelief, and finally, an overwhelming tide of Alpha rage and humiliatio

The only sounds in the study would have been the frantic rustle of pages and Caleb Sr.’s ragged, increasingly heavy breaths. I knew the diary must een practically crushed in his grip. Then he saw it, the line that must have splintered his world:

Lola is the continuation of Adrian’s and my love.”

A sharp crack would have ripped through the silence. Caleb Sr. must have slammed his palm down on the desk, the expensive ceremonial tea–bowl hattering instantly, scalding liquid splattering his hand. But I knew he wouldn’t have even noticed the burn; his wolf was already snarling for blood. Well… well, Wendy!” His words, I imagined, would have been choked with bitter fury. He must have trembled with pure rage, his face ashen, the vei it his temples throbbing visibly. Twenty years of a blood bond! The thought alone, I knew, was a poisoned silver dagger. Twenty years sharing his de iving a lie. All that time, her heart had belonged to another he–wolf. And she dared to expect his True Alpha son to provide his own blood–core for he pup she had with her first love!

Wendy. The sheer audacity.

I was in the top–floor office of Blaze Pack Apothecary, Grayson gently draped a light wolf–fur blanket over my shoulders. “You’ve been up all night. Won’t you get some sleep?” His voice was low and gentle, his pheromones calming my restless wolf.

I shook my head, my eyes fixed on the huge Howlnet surveillance screen in front of me, split into over a dozen smaller frames. One showed the construction site for the Lola Pup Sanctuary, where corners were clearly being cut–low–grade stone and weak binding spells. Another displayed Lola,

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flirting between lavish pack feasts, charming everyone with her sweet smiles as she ‘raised tribute. And then there was Wendy, remaking sex Bank, discreetly transferring what she called ‘donations into her private Howlet ledger.

Every single one of their moves was under my control. Just then, my private paychic–link vibrated. It was a message from Len

[Miss Isabella, when can I make my move? My wolf is almost at his breaking point]

A cold, knowing curve touched my lips. I knew Caleb must have already seen the box. It was time to secure the final piece of the trap. My sle fingers tapped lightly on the device, sending back three words.

Let him speak.”

After sending the message, I switched off the link, leaned back in my chair, and gazed out at the sky through the window. The moon was wan he tension was rising. Grayson wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin gently on the top of my head.

Is it all set?

Mm–hmm, I murmured, my voice soft. “My uncle’s situation needs an external force to set it off. Leo is the perfect piece, the ultimate cataly

The diary was private, Wendy could easily deny its authenticity to the Pack Council, claim it was forged by a rogue. Put Leo was her own brot he’d helped her raise Lola since she was a whelp. His testimony would be the final straw under the Ancient Wolf Covenant. With double evide out, Wendy wouldn’t be able to argue her way out of it, not even if she had a hundred mouths.

Grayson chuckled softly, a hint of indulgence lacing his Alpha voice. “My Isabella, you always think of everything.” He paused, then asked, “Whi plan to do about that pup shelter?”

A chill settled in my eyes, and my wolf bared her teeth. They love to cut corners, don’t they? Then let them build it. And they better build it fast

Then, on the ritual opening day, in front of all the Silvermoon Pack Scribes, we’ll let it… crumble.”

‘ll make sure Wendy and Lola, at their absolute peak, at the height of their triumph, fall hard and deep into the mud of the Omega pits! Grayson lown and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Alright. Whatever you say, my Luna.”

looked at my screen, at Leo’s one–word reply: ‘Yes.‘ There was no warmth in my eyes. I picked up the intercom and dialed Faye.

Get the word out through the Howlnet.”

It’s time to close the net.”

Thanks to their round–the–clock construction and relentless cost–cutting on materials, the main structure of the Lola Pup Sanctuary went up in ime. Before I knew it, just a month later, a brightly painted, fairytale–castle–like den sprang up on a vacant lot in the outskirts of the Silvermoon Territory.

watched as Wendy and Lola gazed at the new building, their satisfaction practically oozing from them.

Mom, look how beautiful it is!” Lola looped her arm through Wendy’s, a triumphant smirk she couldn’t quite hide plastered across her face. Those ittle lone pups, those omegas, they’ve never lived in a den this nice in their lives, have they? They’re getting off easy.”

could see Wendy watched her daughter’s excited profile, a deep joy radiating from her.

Yes, my Lola is truly something. This sanctuary was put up so quickly and beautifully. Once the ritual opening ceremony is done, and all the Silvermoon media are here, our Lola will be the youngest, prettiest, and most philanthropic socialite in the territory!”

Wendy had spared no expense for this day. She didn’t just pull strings with all the pack connections she’d built over years; she also leveraged the Grant Pack’s name to send invitations to every notable Alpha in the territory.

Howlnet stations, Pack Scribes, and online heralds–I knew they’d all been heavily paid off with tribute, bought and sold to ensure Lola got the biggest, most prominent coverage.

The ritual day was set for a bright, sunny weekend. The venue itself was a gaudy spectacle, a flamboyant display of red carpet stretching from the entrance to the main ritual stage, the air thick with the cloying scent of champagne and over–arranged flowers.

I watched as Lola, dressed in a designer white tulle gown that looked like a mockery of a Luna’s wedding pelt, her long hair perfectly curled and her makeup so meticulously applied she looked like a porcelain doll in a shop window, took her place. She stood center stage, clutching a speech in her

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hand, her face adorned with that practiced smile she’d rehearsed countless times in front of a mirror.

Below, the crowd was a dense, dark mass of pack members. Among them, I recognized the pups from the orphanage, brought in to fill seats and play their part. They looked uncomfortable and out of place in their stiff, ill–fitting new clothes, their paws and feet unsure where to go, their young wolves sensing the falseness in the air.