Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583.

The King didn’t waste a second. He summoned his special envoy immediately, and right there, in front of me, he signed the parchment for the permanent exploitation rights of the K7 Spirit–Stone mine.

The beneficiary listed on the agreement was a Hidden Clan Trust.

And the sole Alpha–shareholder of that trust, I knew, was Grayson.

As I watched the signed agreement being sealed into an encrypted, scent–locked folder, a massive weight finally lifted from my chest. Nala, my wolf, ler out a satisfied purr within my mind, sensing that our debt to the Silvermoon Pack’s interests was being repaid.

I pulled out my long–range Spirit–Link Bone, ready to notify Faye through our private frequency that the mission was complete and we could finally prepare for our return trip to our home territory.

But before I could even channel my intent, the King, beaming with pure excitement, turned to me.

‘Ms. Isabella,” he announced, his voice booming with the authority of a High Alpha. “To thank you for your invaluable help, and to demonstrate to the entire world the new dawn of our pack–lands, R–Clan Territory, I’ve decided to hold a globally televised High–Howl Broadcast this very noon!*

‘At this conference, I will declare to the entire world that it was you who healed the Queen. You are R–Clan’s most esteemed friend!”

A sharp frown creased my brow.

‘No need,” I said, my voice firm.“I don’t want to be exposed to the public eye.”

I understood the brutal truth: a treasure in the wrong hands could make even an innocent wolf a target. My Alpha blood made me valuable enough, but my skills with the Micro–Healers made me a prize for any rogue pack.

Coming here was already a huge risk. If the dangerous elements in this territory knew I was here, they wouldn’t hesitate to try and kidnap me.

I expected the King to respect my decision and arrange my quiet departure. And R–Clan’s royal palace wasn’t exactly an impenetrable fortress.

Meanwhile, deep within a dark, damp underground bunker on the R–Clan border.

A he–wolf with a thick, unruly beard and eyes as fierce as a rabid wolf’s took a mental transmission. The news he received was about me.

He was the infamous Rogue Alpha of R–Clan’s largest outlaw pack,“Black Scorpion,” code–named “Scorpion King.”

Beside him, a male lay pale and ashen, coughing up blood–his second–in–command, a Beta brother–in–arms he’d trusted with his life.

The Beta suffered from a wasting disease that ancient herbalism couldn’t cure. But Scorpion King was convinced that my Micro–Healers were the

answer.

Scorpion King stared at my image on the Howlnet screen, then at his brother’s tormented face. His eyes flared with a mix of greed and predator

madness.

Micro–Healers…”

He licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse as he barked an order at the pack–warriors behind him.

Whatever the cost, bring that she–wolf to me!”

A massive conspiracy targeting me had quietly begun to unfold.

politely declined the King’s offer to send a royal transport, slipping out of the palace on my own before finding a very ordinary, wolf–adapted vehicle. This time, traveling by road, I could clearly see the pack–lands. The atmosphere was noticeably more tense and dire than what I’d observed from the sky when I first arrived. Dilapidated walls were everywhere, barely a single pack–den intact.

Just as my vehicle was about to exit the city limits, a heavy–freight hauler suddenly swerved, careening towards the intersection, heading straight for my direction!

I got a terrible feeling, my wolf–instincts screaming DANGER! I instinctively spun the wheel and slammed my foot on the gas.

My vehicle swerved into a sharp, almost impossible turn!

I’d escaped by a hair’s breadth, but I didn’t relax for a second. The hunt was still on.

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Newing they if missed, this trackers dropped all pretense. They unleashed bell, and figures Fhadn’t even seen bare from the shadows Ansher silver–furst projectile blasted toward me, detonasing terrifyingly close to try chamis.

Luckily, I was driving fast enough. The dwockwave rattled the vehicle violently, but it was still functional, still moving

Meanwhile, far away in the Northern Territories, Grayson was chairing a top–level Council transmission

His assistant burst in, clearly agitated, and whispered a few urgent words into his ear, low enough for only the two of them to hear.

Grayson’s face instantly went grim. His Alpha pheromones flared, scenting of thunder and ozone.

He shot to his feet, emanating an aura so terrifying it seemed to suffocate every Alpha from the multinational clans gathered in the room. His wolf was clawing at the surface, his eyes flashing a dangerous, glowing amber.

“Meeting adjourned.”

And I knew, with a chilling certainty, that he had just bitten out his final words before storming out of that council room. I could almost feel the cold echo of his voice through the remnants of our dormant bond as he’d demanded, ‘Speak. It would have frozen anyone in their tracks.

I watched as the assistant, his hand trembling, held out the tablet to him.

My gaze snagged on a nearby screen, and a jolt went through me. There, staring back at me, was an recording of R–Clan’s broadcast.

enlarged profile photo of me, right beside a live

I received urgent word: a massive shootout had erupted in the capital of R–Clan Territory, and the target was suspected to be my escort convoy.

I later learned how Grayson reacted to the news. The sheer fury must have narrowed his pupils into dangerous pinpricks. A tidal wave of incandescent rage and absolute terror instantly drowned every shred of his Alpha rationality.

She had lied.

She had actually gone to that hellhole, all by herself!

Grayson slammed his fist into the stone wall, the solid masonry cracking and splintering on impact. Blood streamed from his knuckles, but he was oblivious to the searing pain. His eyes were now laced with terrifyingly red veins, the mark of a wolf on the verge of a Frenzy.

“Get the Cloud–runner ready! We’re going to R–Clan Territory!”

He barely finished barking his commands at his assistant before he stormed forward, driven by a primal, desperate need to protect his mate.

The words, so stark and chilling, would replay in my mind later:“Mobilize “The Phantoms‘! Block all sea, land, and air exits in R–Clan Territory! Even if we have to turn that territory inside out, find her for me!”

But he wasn’t finished. “And!”

He added, stopping abruptly and turning back to his assistant. I could almost feel the cold, sharp edge of his killing intent, so palpable it must have solidified in the air around him.

I later learned of the chilling command he’d issued: “Tell the Scorpion King, if he dares touch a single hair on her head, I’ll wipe his entire Black Scorpion pack from this world!”

I knew “The Phantoms” were Grayson’s most enigmatic and terrifying private shadow–warriors. They never showed themselves, and once unleashed, they brought nothing but utter devastation to their enemies.

This time, for me, he was going to make all of R–Clan feel what true Alpha fear meant.

And then there was me, the ‘unruly she–wolf he’d left back home–I knew, the moment he found me, he’d make me pay for all of this.

I wasn’t familiar with the territory, and eventually, my vehicle was cut off.

As I scrambled out of the ruined chassis, I saw over a dozen dark muzzles already aimed directly at me. I watched the lead masked wolf, a raw, ugly greed glinting in his eyes, as he spoke in a stiff, unnatural voice.

Dr. Isabella, our leader requests your presence.”

A silver–tipped weapon was aimed directly at me, but I didn’t flinch. My composure remained unbroken. I slowly pushed myself up, brushing the dirt from my clothes. My voice was calm, almost unnervingly so, as I asked,

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