Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 597

Chapter 597.

What kind of place was the Shadow–Grip Sanctuary, anyway?

It was where the truly wealthy Alphas came to burn through their moon–stones and fortunes.

The rune–reinforced soundproofing here was top–tier, the guests were either impossibly rich Alphas or incredibly powerful Pack Elders, and the staff were Omegas trained to the highest standards, skilled at seeing nothing and hearing even less with their submissive gazes.

The guests themselves were equally discreet, their wolf instincts telling them to ignore anything they weren’t meant to hear within another’s territory.

Besides, this particular wing had been specially arranged by Grayson himself.

No matter how much Emily screamed, no one would bother to intervene or challenge the Alpha’s pheromones guarding the hall.

As Emily was dragged back into the room for the second time, and still, no one came out to inquire, I watched the last flicker of hope die in her eyes. My wolf, silver and cold, sat high in my mind, watching with a predatory stillness.

She stopped screaming.

Her shouts faded into the heavy, enchanted air.

She was utterly drained, her she–wolf spirit slack and broken, as the two he–wolves hauled her back into that hellish room.

Just as the door was about to swing shut, I saw her lift her head, her eyes locking onto mine at the doorway, a desperate, final plea in their depths–a silent howl for mercy.

But then, it slammed shut with a sickening thud, sealing all her cries and venomous hate inside, away from the world and the pack.

I stood there at the doorway for a long moment. My wolf let out a low, satisfied rumble in

my

chest.

Even through the thick, rune–carved door, I could faintly hear Emily’s screams begin to pierce the silence again, punctuated by the men’s rough, guttural laughter.

I felt nothing, my features betraying no emotion.

This was exactly what I wanted: Emily, lost in the deepest despair, finally paying the price for everything she had done to break my

bond.

It wasn’t until the sounds inside gradually faded, dwindling into desperate, helpless pleas, that I moved.

I finally turned, walking unhurriedly towards the grav–shaft.

There was no need for me to linger here, listening to the desperate cries of the weak.

The grav–shaft doors glided open.

Grayson stood inside, already waiting, his powerful Alpha scent of dark chocolate and ambergris wrapping around me like a physical

touch. He had been there for some time.

“Is it done?”

The moment I saw Grayson, all the coldness in me melted away instantly. My wolf wagged her tail, leaning into the warmth of his

presence.

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It was the Territory Steward of the Shadow–Grip who stepped inside.

He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his hair perfectly slicked back, but his eyes held the sharp line of a hu

The deferential smile he usually reserved for me was gone, replaced by the cold, stern look of a Pack Warden in cha

The bald he–wolf respectfully addressed him, “Territory Steward.”

The Steward nodded curtly, his gaze sweeping past the bald man, taking in the room before settling on Emily, crumpled on the tedi a discarded rag doll. Her pheromones were a chaotic mess of fear and shame.

“You can leave now. The moon–stones will be transferred to your accounts.

“Got it! Absolutely!”

The bald man immediately bowed and scraped, ushering his crew to get dressed and clear out quick as a flash of a wolf’s sortir.

Soon, the room was left with just Emily, crumpled in the corner like a broken doll, and Alpha Lee still out cold from the dra

wolfsbane wine.

When she heard new footsteps, I saw Emily flinch, trembling even harder.

Her whole body stiffened, and I could tell she expected more.

She squeezed her eyes shut in despair, silent tears tracing paths down her cheeks.

But the expected violence didn’t come.

After a long moment, she slowly lifted her head, her gaze falling on the unfamiliar he wolf

The Steward looked down at her, a memory–crystal in his hand, and casually placed it on the cable in from of Emily

“Miss Carter,” he said, “Alpha Miller asked me to bring you a present.”

His voice was as devoid of warmth as his expression.

With that, he extended a finger and lightly tapped the crystal activating the mane within..

The next second, the air above the crystal flickered to life, showing telepathic imprints so vile I instantly recoiled from the nemen

1. it.

And then her own hoarse, desperate cries flooded the entire space, tearing through the silence!

The moment those awful sounds filled the room, Emily clapped her hands over her ears and shrieked

“Turn it off! Turn it off now!”

The imprint playing from the crystal was the exact footage of her being abused and humiliated by those be–acres last might

Every single frame flashing in that light seemed to be carving into Emily, and I could see the fresh army bloom on her face with each

new image.

It was as if she were being dragged back, screaming into that same hell shed just escaped.

“Ah-

Emily let out a piercing, almost inhuman shriek that tore through the air. She lunged, string the cry ground, then stomped on it with a desperate fury, trying to crush the memory into oblivion

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< Chapter 597

“Why won’t it turn off? Why won’t it turn off?!”

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