Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 596

Chapter 596.

My previous thought–that this felt “strange“-seemed impossibly naive now. Strange? This was terrifying. My wolf was pacing in circles, her hackles raised, sensing the overwhelming Alpha dominance radiating from Grayson as he pinned me with his gaze.

Grayson’s voice was laced with amusement, his broad chest vibrating against me as a low, rumbling purr echoed in his throat.

My face burned even hotter, my own pheromones betraying my arousal.

The next second, I felt my body lighten as Grayson swept me up into his powerful arms, lifting me with the effortless strength of a True Alpha. “What are you doing?!”

My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling in the soft fur of his cloak.

“Taking my mate somewhere that’s actually suitable for her, of course,” he murmured, his voice a dark, velvet promise.

Holding me close, Grayson strode confidently out the door.

Every single staff member in the surveillance room had their heads ducked, their ears flattened in submission, as if they were trying to meld into the stone wallpaper. Not a single one of them–from the lowest Omega to the head Beta–dared to breathe while an Alpha of his stature passed.

I kept my face buried in Grayson’s chest, inhaling his scent of cedar and thunderstorms, not daring to look up until he finally settled me into the passenger seat of his obsidian rover.

Grayson leaned across me, securing my harness. His fingertips, whether by accident or design, grazed my cheek as he pulled away, and the sparks of our bond ignited wherever he touched.

“Alright, let’s go home to the den.”

The next day.

It wasn’t until the next day that I finally made my unhurried way to the door of Room 1809 at the Haven Dream Sanctuary. The moon was waning, but the tension in the air was still thick enough to choke a yearling.

The general manager remained respectfully behind me, his scent neutralized by his effort to remain invisible as he guided me through the corridor.

He raised his hand and knocked on the heavy oak door.

Moments later, the door swung open from the inside.

The bald rogue from yesterday opened the door. He was barely dressed, just a pair of loose leather pants hanging low on his hips, revealing his bare, tattooed torso and the jagged scars of past pack wars.

When he saw me, he respectfully lowered his head, acknowledging my Alpha lineage.

“Miss Isabella.”

I didn’t step inside, just sparing a cool, detached glance at the scene within. My wolf sniffed the air and recoiled; the room was a disaster.

An indescribable, nauseating stench of spent pheromones, stale blood–wine, and the acrid musk of rogue wolves hung heavy in the air. That corpulent, greasy Alpha Lee was sprawled out on the floor, snoring like a dead pig, his wolf form seemingly too exhausted to even manifest.

And Emily was huddled in the furthest corner of the room.

Her black silk slip was torn to shreds, barely covering her shivering form.

She was hugging her knees, her eyes vacant and glazed over, like a puppet whose strings had been cut and whose very soul had been drained by the night’s predatory games. Her wolf felt silent, broken within her.

On the bed, a group of he–wolves were gathered, playing cards and gnawing on raw meat, their voices a cacophony of guttural snarls and rough laughter.

The people inside seemed oblivious to our presence, but I knew better. This entire performance was staged purely for my benefit, a display of the Miller family’s fallen pride.

I had no intention of stepping inside that den of filth.

The bald rogue, quick on the uptake, immediately caught my drift. He sensed my disgust.

He turned to face the room and barked an order at the occupants inside, his voice a sharp Alpha snap.

“Stop FKing around! Bring the she–wolf out!”

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The he–wolves on the bed immediately dropped their cards, getting to their feet and heading straight for Emily, who was still huddled in the

corner.

Emily, hearing the commotion, finally showed a flicker of something in her hollow eyes.

She lifted her head, and her gaze landed on me, standing in the doorway in my pristine leathers.

In that instant, fear, resentment, despair… a complex tapestry of emotions flickered and burned in her eyes. Her inner wolf let out a high–pitched, pathetic whine.

Her scream, sharp and sudden, pierced through my senses like a silver blade, sounding like a she–wolf whose tail had been crushed under a silver–shod boot.

“Ahhh-!”

I could see her recoiling, her claws scrabbling backward against the stone floor with a frantic scraping sound. She was desperate to escape the men closing in.

“Don’t touch me! Get away! All of you, get out of my territory!”

Her voice was shredded, raw and ragged. It sounded like sandpaper scraping against bone, a testament to how much she’d screamed throughout the lunar cycle of the night. She must have been howling for hours.

But her struggles were futile against their combined strength.

A burly he–wolf, clearly out of patience, strode forward and seized Emily’s hair, yanking her from the corner like a broken ragdoll and dragging her across the floor.

“Ah! Let go of me! Let go of me!” Emily shrieked, her voice cracking.

Her cries were a frantic, broken sound as her hands clawed wildly at the air, her nails scraping the floor with a harsh, tearing noise.

Then, a sickening thud.

She was flung onto the hard corridor floor, with not an ounce of care, landing right at my feet.

I saw a shiver wrack her body as the cold stone met her skin.

She instinctively hugged herself, trying to hide the lurid, dark bruises blossoming beneath her torn clothes–marks of Alpha Lee’s and the rogues‘ dominance.

I looked down at her, my face completely devoid of any emotion, my inner wolf staring back with cold, predatory indifference.

My voice was cold, laced with the frost of a winter moon.

“Where are my mother’s belongings?”

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Emily’s body jolted, like a pup suddenly startled from its sleep.

She lifted her head, her eyes locking with my icy gaze, and the raw terror in them was so suffocating, I could almost feel her struggle to draw breath into her lungs.

She shook her head wildly, mumbling incoherently, her scent reeking of pure, unadulterated fear.

“N–no… There are no mementos…”

Hearing her words, I suddenly smiled.

My smile was shallow, but it felt colder than a silver cage in the deepest freeze.

“Is that so?”

I murmured, “It seems you haven’t quite learned your lesson regarding the Ancient Wolf Pacts yet.”

Once I’d spoken, I didn’t even bother to spare Emily another glance. I simply gave a dismissive wave to the rogue he–wolves.

“Since she’s still not cooperating,” I said, my voice flat and final, “then make sure she’s properly ‘entertained‘ for another lunar cycle.”

At my words, the thugs‘ faces immediately split into lewd, predatory grins. They rubbed their clawed hands together, their eyes glinting with a feral light, and started closing in on Emily, who lay helpless on the ground.

The blood drained from Emily’s face so completely, so swiftly, she was as white as a ghost in the moonlight.

No!

Please, no more!

She was terrified.

She was truly terrified, her wolf cowering in the darkest corners of her mind.

Watching the men close in again, like predatory shadows under the eclipse, Emily completely broke.

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Fear, like an invisible, suffocating hand, gripped her throat.

She scrambled towards me on her hands and knees, clutching at the hem of my leathers as if it were her last lifeline to the Silvermoon Pack

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!”

She sobbed, her face a streaky mess of tears and salt, utterly wretched and stripped of all Beta dignity.

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“There were never any! There weren’t any mementos, not really! I lied to you! I only pulsed that message to trick you into coming out to the sanctuary!”

Emily’s voice was thick with desperate pleading, as if baring the truth would somehow grant her sanctuary.

I just listened, my expression still perfectly impassive, my wolf unmoved by her lies.

I wasn’t surprised at all, as if I’d known this outcome since the moment the first mental pulse reached me.

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