Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 598

Chapter 598.

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Emily’s body was wracked with a violent tremor, her she-wolf whimpering in the dark recesses of her mind, tail tucked in absolute

submission.

I watched as humiliation, raw fear, a furious anger, and a bitter injustice churned within her pheromones, an internal tempest that seemed to rip her apart from the inside out. Through the surveillance link Grayson provided, I could almost feel the jagged edges of her fractured spirit.

In that moment, I knew she understood. She had to accept the blood bond. The alternative, she saw, was a fate far worse than death itself under the ancient pack laws.

The Territory Steward looked at her pale face, a cruel smile playing on his lips.“It seems, Ms. Carter, you have your answer. Someone will escort you back to the Miller line’s estate later. Just stop digging your own grave and quietly accept what you deserve, and your fate, at least, won’t be worse than it is now.”

With that, he turned and left, his heavy boots echoing on the stone floor.

The door clicked shut, plunging the room back into a heavy silence.

A choked, desperate wail tore from Emily’s throat. She lay sprawled on the cold floor, her body wracked with shuddering sobs that vibrated through the floorboards.

She looked like a fish tossed onto the shore, floundering, doomed to a desperate, slow death in a forest that no longer recognized her

scent.

Her sobs continued for a moment, but then I saw Alpha Lee stir beside her. As if the movement served as a stark reminder of the predator nearby, Emily clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling the strangled cries in her throat, and shakily pushed herself to her feet.

Her one thought had to be getting out of that room. She couldn’t let that pig see her in this state; she knew it would completely destroy any standing she had left with the Lee line.

But the moment she tried to move, a tearing pain shot through her shifting–joints, making every single step agonizing.

She bit down hard on her lip, struggling towards the door, her wolf howling in silent agony.

Half an hour later.

A black fortified pack–transport pulled up silently in front of the Miller line’s ancestral mansion.

The vehicle door opened, and a she–wolf in sanctuary attendant’s garb helped Emily out.

Emily had been changed into a clean, modest long–sleeved dress. Her hair was neatly styled, and a thin layer of makeup covered her face, clearly meant to mask her pallor and the marks of the struggle that her healing factor hadn’t yet erased.

But even with the careful styling, I could see it didn’t hide the hollow despair in her eyes, or the way her steps dragged, almost unconscious of the earth beneath her.

Andrew stood by the door, and when he saw her, I watched him quickly look away, as if he couldn’t stand the tainted scent clinging to

her.

There was no hint of Alpha concern in his expression, no question about the injuries I could only imagine she carried, or if Alpha Lee was responsible for breaking her spirit.

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Instead, he just tossed out, “You’ve been through a lot. Get some rest. I’ll get you a new bag, of moon–stones in a few days.

I could see the muscles in her jaw clench, and even through the makeup, a flicker of something raw and furious crossed her face, it was an indignation so potent, I imagined it was tearing her she–wolf apart from the inside.

She looked like a marionette, half–supported, being guided, step by agonizing step, toward the house.

Andrew glanced at her, then picked up his mana–slate and went back to his financial territory reports, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened within the pack.

After that flash of fury, I could almost sense the crushing humiliation that settled over her, an endless, suffocating weight.

I knew she was the one who had sacrificed herself for the Miller line, yet the way she shrank from everyone’s gaze, avoiding eye contact, made me wonder if she perceived their looks as tainted, judging her. As if she felt that she was the one who was tainted, not their

stares.

It was as if she believed she was a rogue, dirty and cast out.

Emily kept her head down, avoiding everyone’s eyes, and rushed into the villa at top speed, practically running to her room.

She slammed the door shut with a resounding bang and immediately locked it.

Sliding down the cold door, she collapsed onto the floor. Her hands flew to her face, stifling the sobs that racked her body.

When I finally raised my hand–watching her through the hidden lens–and saw the raw, mottled bruises crisscrossing her arm where the he–wolves had gripped her, the last thread of my composure snapped.

The horrific images from last night flashed, frame by agonizing frame, behind my eyes.

A wave of nauseating dread washed over me, my stomach twisting and churning violently.

I bolted for the bathroom, dry–heaving. My wolf pacing, restless and baring her teeth at the memory of such degradation.

Tears of raw humiliation, which I’d been desperately fighting back, gushed out, uncontrollable.

I cried, a raw, ragged sound ripping from my chest, a mournful howl for the woman I used to be and the monster she had become. Yet, no one came. Not a single soul from the Miller pack reached out through the telepathic link.

Emily locked herself in her room for three whole lunar cycles.

For three days, she’d been locked away, refusing meat or water, a mere ghost of her she–wolf self.

It wasn’t until the fourth day that anyone seemed to remember she existed.

No, remember wasn’t quite right.

It was Alpha Lee, sending his enforcers to pick her up.

The very thought of Alpha Lee, I knew, would always drag Emily back to that day–to the crushing humiliation, the absolute degradation she had suffered. It was a memory etched in her bones, a wound that would never fully heal, even with werewolf regeneration.

I could picture her trying to shut out the world, to ignore any sound, any intrusion. But it was futile. The click of the lock from the outside would have been unmistakable, followed by the slow, deliberate swing of the door.

Andrew walked in, and I could almost see Emily–a ghost of herself–huddled on the bed, cocooned tightly in a wolf–pelt blanket, as if it could shield her from the world. Only her bloodshot eyes were visible, glaring up at him with a raw, desperate wariness.

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I could almost see a flicker of something in Andrew’s eyes–a pang of pity, maybe. But if it was there, it died as quickly as it sparked, erased by his usual, impassive Alpha resolve.

His voice, I knew, would have been flat, devoid of any genuine pack–warmth, cutting through the heavy silence. “Get up, he’d commanded. “Change your clothes. Alpha Lee is coming to pick you up.”

Emily’s body, I could feel it, would have gone rigid at his words, a visceral rejection. “I won’t go!” she’d screamed, her voice raw with terror and defiance.“I won’t see him! Tell him to get lost!*

Her scream, I imagined, was a broken, desperate sound, tearing at her throat, an ugly protest against her fate.

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