Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580

Chapter 580.

Grayson didn’t betray any emotion on his face. But as he settled Elder Alpha Grant, then left the Grant family villa and came over to my house next door, I couldn’t help but wonder what was truly on his mind. My wolf paced restlessly behind my ribs, sensing the storm of Alpha pheromones approaching.

Just as I stepped into the living room, Grayson’s hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me back towards my bedroom. His grip was firm, the heat of his skin triggering a low hum in my blood.

The door was still half–open when he let go of my wrist, cupping my face in his hands. A storm instantly brewed in his deep, dark eyes, his pupils blown wide as his wolf pushed toward the surface, demanding dominance.

Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say a single harsh word to me.

You’re not going.” His voice was commanding yet tender, vibrating with the authority of an Alpha.

My heart softened, my own wolf leaning into his touch despite the command.

But I met his gaze, my voice light and steady.“Grayson, you heard them. They’re offering the K–7 mine! You know how much that means to you.”

Grayson’s fingers tightened ever so slightly on my chin, his eyes fathomless, a dark, churning abyss. His scent–heavy with cedar and a sharp, metallic edge of anxiety–filled the room.“My empire,” he said, his voice a low growl, his inner wolf snarling at the thought of me in danger, I’ll build it myself. I don’t need my woman running off to a chaotic place like that, risking her life to get it!”

What kind of place even is the R–Realm?

Warlords are everywhere, rogue terrorist packs run rampant, and kidnapping and extortion of high–ranking bloodlines are practically a way of life!

The royal family’s promises there? Sometimes they’re not even worth the parchment they’re printed on!

The very thought of me in a place like that sent a fresh surge of fury through him, and I could practically feel the heat of his anger radiating off him, making the fine hairs on my arms stand up.

“I’ll be careful.”

But I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck, and pulled myself closer, trying to soothe the agitated beast within him with my own calming pheromones.

Tll bring the best security team of Alphas.”

The intensity in Grayson’s eyes didn’t fade. He slowly leaned down, his forehead almost touching mine, his dark, heavy gaze

fixed

on me.

‘What security team can compare to a regular army

of

rogue

wolves?”

His hot breath ghosted across my face, an undeniable assertion of his will.

I remained silent.

knew he was genuinely furious. But that fire, it wasn’t directed at me; it stemmed from his deep worry and fear for my safety–the protective instinct of a mate. How could I possibly stay mad at him for that?

Suddenly, the tension drained from his body, and he cupped my face, his thumb tracing the line of my smooth skin. The storm in his eaving behind a deep, inky black.

His voice was softer now, laced with a tremor of fear and a desperate plea. “Isabella, please listen to me.”

gaze

subsided,

He lowered his head, and his lips found mine. The kiss was desperate, tasting of salt and possessiveness.

I can’t lose you. Not even the slightest risk.”

He’d lost his mother, and I knew he saw me as his most precious treasure, his fated–mate kin. He would never risk feeling that kind of agony again.

[felt the weight of his kiss on my lips, and my heart gave a sharp, painful clench. My wolf let out a submissive whine, echoing his pain.

I looked into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability hidden deep within, and finally, I nodded.

‘Okay,” I whispered, “I won’t go.”

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Grayson’s inky black gaze held mine for a long moment before the taut line of his jaw finally relaxed.

He cupped my face, kissed me again, then pulled me into a fierce embrace, holding me so tight I felt like he wanted to meld me into his very bores, to make me a part of his own wolf.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “nothing, absolutely nothing, is more important than you. I wouldn’t care if the entire Miller Group crumbled to dust; I just don’t want you to get a single scratch,”

My face was pressed against his chest, listening to the frantic, still–racing beat of his heart. I knew he was terrified.

But I had my own reasons for needing to be there.

He truly believed nothing, not even his empire, was more important than me.

And I? I felt the same fierce, unwavering devotion for him.

I needed to change Grayson’s genes, to eradicate the Wasting Blood–Sickness from his system before it claimed him, and for that, I had to upgrade the nano–alchemical spirits. K–7 ore wasn’t just important–it was absolutely crucial for his survival.

For the next few days, I was the picture of ‘compliance.‘

Every day, I stayed by Elder Alpha Grant’s side, chatting with him and monitoring his health data through the runes.

The rest of the time, I buried myself in the Fire Alchemical lab, or in Grayson’s den, reading ancient scrolls and sketching spirit–designs.

Until the envoy from the R–Realm finally departed.

I knew Grayson had a huge multinational project that required him to personally oversee things in the Western Pack Lands, but he was clearly uneasy about leaving his territory.

The night before he left, he pinned me to the furs, kissing me fiercely. His wolf was dominant, restless, scenting me over and over as if to brand me.

More than once, I thought he was on the verge of losing control, of crossing a line and fully claiming the bond.

But each time, he stopped himself right at the edge, his breathing ragged.

Even though I hadn’t truly experienced full intimacy, my body ached with the lingering arousal, my wolf pacing in heat.

This kind of sudden stop, it wasn’t just Alphas who were left aching!

My face was flushed, and I couldn’t bring myself to cling to him, not wanting to seem overly eager or push him past his restraint.

Finally, our sweat had soaked the sheets, and he panted, whispering possessively in my ear, his canine teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

“While I’m gone, you behave yourself. If you dare to get any ideas…”

His words were cut short, but he made his point by leaving a deep, punishing mark–a temporary mating nip–on my

‘I swear I’ll live like a monk!”

I was soft and weak from his ministrations, and hearing his threat, I let out a frustrated huff.

collarbone.

‘Go be a monk, then! It’s not like I’m the only one going without, or the only one aching!” I snapped, my voice raw with unspent desire.

And let me tell you, when you hold back like that, she–wolves aren’t the only ones who suffer.

Grayson’s eyes darkened, and he lowered his head, biting my collarbone again with a low growl.

A sharp gasp escaped me.

He immediately eased the pressure, but his teeth didn’t leave my skin, gently grazing and teasing.

My body felt hollow, aching to be filled by him, but he just wouldn’t give me what I craved.

My eyes stung, and I gave a soft whimper.“I know…”

Only then, satisfied he had gotten the answer he wanted, did Grayson finally release me.

He pulled away from my side, then disappeared into the bathroom to take a cold shower to soothe his rampaging wolf

The next day, the moment Grayson’s sky–vessel was airborne, something shifted inside me.

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