Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 592

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Andrewed the Director, manned, cold dread crepe up his spine, making his fur stand on end! My own wolf, sensing his panic through the distant echoes of our fading pick–link, puced restlessly,

If das was true, whe would he do with dozens of boxes of inventory?

“And most critically, your product lacks an effective Soul–Anchor”

A loud buzzing filled Andrew’s head,

He repeated, his vehee hettens

“Soul–Anchor?

“Yes, it’s a system that allows you to control the Spirit–Grafts after they enter the wolf’s body.”

The Director said, looking at him like he was a shady roque trader. “You weren’t planning on making another buck off the anchor, were you? Plame Heart Pharmaceuticals includes this system with their Spirit–Grafts

A flush spread across Andrew’s face.

The buyers of the Flame–Heart Spirit–Grafts had been incredibly tight–lipped, never once disclosing via Howlnet that a complementary system was also required,

And that crucial detail hadn’t been mentioned in the ancient scrolls either.

I can almost hear him pleading, his Alpha pride crumbling into desperation, “Please, believe me, this is a mistake. I… I’ll upgrade the materials and add the system as fast as I possibly can!”

And then, I imagine, he demanded to leave, desperate to escape the suffocating scent of failure.

But the Director simply opened the door, a cold, silent invitation‘ for him to leave.

Seeing that the Director had no intention of arranging a sky–chariot to send him off, Andrew stormed out in a rage. He found his own way back to the mainland, back to the Silvermoon Territory,

As soon as he returned to the Silvermoon Territory, he immediately went to confront Hans.

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The inwardly groaned. He hadn’t approved the resignation, nor had he driven Hans away. Why was Andrew taking his fury

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Andrew med hard to calm his wolf, how how could be the mountains of silver he’d pinned so much hope on had turned into piles of expensive, unstable liquid, siring westerly in the warehouse. How could he possibly calm down?

Meanwhile, the production line was still running day and share.

1knew it wouldn’t take long for the true cont to become clear. Thousands of silver moon–crystals were hemorrhaging from the clan every single day, just pouring into more and more unsold inventory,

The pack’s coffers were practically empty.

Then the deluge began. Mental pulses from the Iron–Bank demanding payment, threatening telepathic messages from rogue loan–sharks–they snowballed, piling up faster than anyone could keep track. The pressure was suffocating, and I found myself unable to stay calm amidst it all, my wolf scratched at the back of my mind, sensing the impending collapse of the Miller lineage.

Later, I would imagine his office, thick with the haze of herbal smoke, a clear sign of the stress and frustration simmering beneath the surface,

I could see the exhaustion in Andrew/s bloodshot eyes, a clear sign he was drowning under the pressure. I didn’t need him to spell it out; I knew he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Stopping the production line would mean losing the silver already poured into it, a devastating blow to the Miller clan. But what was the alternative?

I knew he was just grinding his teeth, pumping more and more silver into the venture, clinging to the hope that his Shaman team would crack that supposed “Soul–Anchor” and find a harmless alternative to the toxic metal.

But I knew his time was up before he could even begin to find a solution. The whispers on Howlnet were that his Treasurer had appeared before him, face grim, with a devastating report,

The Treasurer’s words bung heavy in the air, a grim pronouncement that echoed through the tense silence.“Alpha Andrew,” he said, “we’ve run through the last of our reserves. The creditors are already at the borders. Next month’s tribute? The silver from those Spirit–Grafts you’re selling today, it needs to be in the vault immediately, or the Pack Council will start liquidation.”

I watched Andrew’s hand clench, his knuckles white against the silver–leaf roll he held.

The roll snapped in his fingers, breaking, cleanly in two. A sharp, definitive crack echoed in the room.

The Treasurer looked at Andrew’s ruined herb–roll, his own face a mask of utter defeat. In that moment, I knew, we were truly

finished.

Andrew’s face was a thundercloud, dark and heavy with unspoken fears.

Could this really be it Was this how Andrew, how the Miller family, how everything we’d built, would simply… end? The thought was a chilling whisper in my mind, a fear that gripped my heart tight.

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He wouldn’t accept it.

He would never accept losing to Grayson and me lik

He would never bow down to us!

I could almost picture it: his gaze landing on a family portrait displayed on his fast.

It was the one of his mother, Susan, back in the Miller pack–house, glow of the wind family of four

I could almost see it: Andrew, staring blankly at the photo on his desk. Folly, all swans silks and dessa dem, era wrapped lovingly around his. The perfect image of a devoed Pera sister and a proud Algka broker. Whow a face

Emily

He’d been such a fool to trust her, that jinz

If she hadn’t handed him those so–called core scrolls for the Spirit–Grafts, be never would have plunged such a wave foraneiro their production,

Now she was going to pay for it all. Every single bit.

I knew that recently, to drum up support for Voyage Biotech, Emily had been parading around as the “eldon the–wall of the Wither family, attending countless high–society gatherings.

At one of those charity galas, I heard the host had taken a distinct interest in Emily.

Alpha Lee, I knew, was in his forties, a self–made Alpha of a splinter pack, but notoriously crude, with a well–known penchant for young, beautiful she–wolves just out of their first shift.

I remembered that banquet vividly–how could I ever forget it? That sleazy Alpha Lee had practically glued his lecherous his pheromones heavy with a scent that made my stomach churn.

eyes to Emily,

Back then, Andrew and the Miller Pack weren’t staring down the barrel of ruin. Emily was still his cherished little sister, the one he’d doted on for years. Naturally, he’d outright rejected the blood bond proposal from that man.

But now…

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