Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 601

Chapter 601.

Andrew strode into the private cave–suite, and I followed close behind—not in body, but through the psychic surveillance link Grayson had established for me. My wolf sat coiled in the shadows of my mind, her silver eyes narrowed with a cold, predatory focus.

The luxurious stone–carved room was sparsely occupied–only Julia remained.

As we entered, Julia was in the middle of smoothing down her slightly disheveled tunics and her long, tangled hair. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the musk of six different Alphas, a chaotic cocktail of pheromones that made Andrew’s wolf let out a low, pained snarl of possessive rage,

Even in the dim, bioluminescent light of the cave, I knew Andrew must have spotted the unnatural blush blooming just below Julia’s collarbone. It wasn’t just a mark; it was a fresh Alpha–bite, angry red against her pale skin, a tell–tale sign of the wild, primal bonding games that had just unfolded.

Even though I’d already heard through the link just how chaotic Julia had been with those he–wolves outside, I could sense Andrew’s anger flare, an unstoppable surge of Alpha fury vibrating through his frame.

But the moment his eyes met Julia’s, and he processed the way she looked at him–like he was nothing more than an interesting ant daring to trespass on her territory–I watched, fascinated, as his anger instantly cooled. A chilling, submissive calm settled over him, his wolf tucking its tail in the face of her overwhelming psychological dominance.

“So,” Julia’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and melodic.“What do you want?”

She held a polished moonstone mirror, applying her crimson runic pigment to her lips as she spoke, her movements graceful and utterly indifferent.

Andrew cleared his throat, his voice suddenly louder, a desperate attempt to sound less subservient, less like a starving wolf begging for

a scrap.

I heard Andrew’s voice, frantic and pleading, through the mana–link.“Julia, I want you to invest-”

Julia cut him off before he could even finish his sentence, her eyes never leaving her own reflection.

“An investment?”

Julia let out a soft, almost mocking laugh, a sound that rippled through the room like a cold breeze. It was as if she’d just heard the most ridiculous joke in the entire Silvermoon Pack.

I watched as she put down her moonstone mirror, straightened up, and fixed Andrew with a sharp, piercing gaze that exerted a subtle Alpha–pressure.

“Andrew, what makes you think I’d ever invest in a failure?”

I saw Andrew’s humiliation; his fists clenched until his claws drew blood from his palms, and his face uncontrollably darkened with the shadow of his wolf’s shame.

Julia, however, just scoffed dismissively.“What do you have to offer for my investment? Your laughable pride, or the hollow shell that is the Miller line’s territory?”

Andrew’s face, I noticed, instantly turned ashen, his scent souring with the stench of defeat.

Julia, I could tell, relished the humiliated expression on his face. She didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with tearing down her own mate, even if the blood bond was only a formality of the Pack Council,

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In fact, seeing him so furious but forced to hold it in seemed to bring her immense satisfaction. I watched her smile deepen, her eyes glittering with a dark, lupine joy.

Andrew, after a long moment of visible struggle, finally managed to force the words out:“It’s my newly established Stellar Alchemical Sanctum. We’re developing runic mana–mites…”

As he mentioned it, I noticed Julia’s hand, still holding the compact mirror, gave a slight tremor. Her wolf had felt the weight of those

words.

But Julia, she wouldn’t show a hint of it to him. No, she’d just throw her head back, a loud, mocking laugh escaping her, as if Andrew had just delivered the punchline to the world’s most pathetic joke.

“Hahaha, did I hear that right? You, developing runic mana–mites? Are you so utterly infuriated by Grayson and Isabella that you think you can just copy what she’s doing? Do you even have the capability?”

I could practically feel Andrew’s face darken with every barbed word Julia threw at him. His wolf was pacing, trapped in a cage of his

own making.

“I don’t believe it. You can’t tell me you didn’t know the Miller line was already making mana–mites!”

Runic mana–mites were the hottest commodity in the pack–lands right then; ordinary Omegas might be oblivious, but the Alphas, those who clung to their power and longevity with an iron grip, there was no way they wouldn’t know!

And Julia would have admitted it, brazenly.“I know,” she’d said.

Then, I bet she pivoted, her tone sharper, more biting.“But that doesn’t stop me from laughing at you for being a pathetic copycat, does it? Hahaha…”

I could almost picture Andrew’s hand clenching into a fist, his knuckles white. “I have the core technology for the mites,” he’d countered.“That’s why I started developing them.”

Her laughter would have died down, though, as she lifted her chin, her gaze locking onto Andrew with predatory intent.

“It’s the core data you copied down before I handed the Fire Sanctum over to Isabella.”

Julia raised an eyebrow, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across her face. “Alright. You look so pathetic, I suppose I could help you.”

A flicker of hope ignited in Andrew’s eyes, his wolf’s ears perking up in the darkness.

“Really?”

“Hmm, if you have the core technology for the mana–mites, I can invest a billion moon–stones.”

A billion moon–stones!

I saw Andrew’s eyes snap wide, a jolt visibly running through his frame. His heart, I swear, must have given a violent, hopeful thump against his ribs.

I knew instantly what that number meant to him. A billion moon–stones. It was enough to completely turn the Miller line’s fortunes around, to hoist them back from the brink of exile. It was the ultimate prize he’d been chasing.

I could almost hear the cynical gears grinding in his head. If he could just get Julia to commit to this “war–wagon,” she’d be trapped. He’d have her by the throat.

The moment she was on board, he knew she’d be stuck. If she ever dared to think about backing out, she’d be forced to confront the agonizing question of whether she could ever claw back a billion moon–stones.

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He’d have her firmly bound by then, utterly unwilling to pull out, consumed by the fear of losing such a colossal om. And see the was trapped like that, if he ever needed Julia to invest again, she wouldn’t dare breathe a word of refusal.

I knew who stood behind Julia: the powerful Green Pack.

He was so utterly thrilled, his face practically broadcasted it, his pheromones shifting to a scent of premature victory.

Julia seemed to savor the raw hope blazing in Andrew’s eyes, watching him like a wolf watches a deer it has already crippled

When she’d clearly had her fill of his reaction, she casually added, “But in exchange, I’ll be taking 55% of the Fire Alchemical project

He didn’t even have a chance to savor his victory. Julia’s words came crashing down, a bucket of ice water dousing him head to toe

Andrew’s eyes widened, a stunned silence falling before he managed, “What did you say? Fifty–five percent of the spiritual stake?

It was practically handing her the entire Sanctum on a silver platter! What was the difference between that and total surrender?

I knew Andrew was calculating the real cost. The Miller line’s investments had already gone far beyond a billion moon–stones, not to mention the five hundred million he’d secured through his arrangement with Emily.

The outrage must have been boiling inside him: Why should she get fifty–five percent of the power for a mere billion moon–stone

investment?

But the anger quickly faded, and I watched him force himself to calm down, though his voice remained strained with suppressed fury.

“Julia, that condition is too harsh, I…”

Julia cut him off with a cold, mocking laugh that echoed off the stone walls.

I watched as she rose to her feet, moving slowly, deliberately, her every step radiating the grace of a dominant hunter, until she stood directly in front of Andrew. Her hand, adorned with vivid red nails, reached out to gently tip up his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.

Her eyes, brimming with mockery and disdain, held him captive before she let out another scoff.

“Andrew,” she sneered, her breath smelling of blood–wine.“Get your priorities straight. Right now, you are the one begging me.” Julia’s crimson nails pinched Andrew’s chin, drawing a thin line of red. “You ask ‘why‘?” she sneered. “Because you don’t have this billion moon–stones right now, and Voyage Alchemical won’t last another week. Then it will drag the entire Miller line down to ruin with it!*

She lightly tapped Andrew’s cheek, a gesture of pure belittlement. “You really don’t know your place, do you? Do you think I’m just giving you a billion moon–stones? This is a life–or–death rescue. I’m taking your failing Sanctum off your hands, and you have the gall to complain to me?”

As she finished speaking, Julia impatiently slapped his head away with a swift hand, then delivered a sharp kick to his shin, asserting

her dominance.

Julia stood tall, gazing down at him with a commanding air that made even the shadows in the room seem to bow.

Julia’s voice cut through the air, sharp and unyielding. “Either accept it, or get out. If you want my wealth, you’ll have to know your place as a dog beneath my heel.”

The words detonated in the silence, a shockwave I could almost feel through the mana–link.

Andrew’s face went utterly blank, his eyes vacant, and I knew his mind had just gone completely numb.

The single word-“dog“-felt like a brand, searing deep into his Alpha pride, and I knew it pierced him to his core.

An unprecedented humiliation, hot and molten like lava, seemed to surge through him. The air crackled with his suppressed rage,

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