Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 602

Chapter 602.

“Come here,” Julia urged again. Through the sensory echo of our pack bond, I could almost hear her, heronice Brigging m effortless dominance of a high–born Silvermoon she–wolf.

Andrew, an Alpha who usually commanded respect with a single growl, moved on his knees. I felt a pang of phantom fere for the he crawled until he was at her feet. My wolf, Nala, whimpered in my mind, sensing the unnatural subversion of the highs sienache

Julia’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, a cruel twist I could easily picture. She was a Miller, and she knew exactly how state’s spirit.

She lifted her foot, adorned with an elegant silver–tipped Alpha–stiletto, and used the sharp point to book onder Andrex & dis tilting his face up. A cold metallic touch made Andrew’s he–wolf flinch within him, I could almost see the sudden ten through his powerful frame, his fur bristling beneath his skin.

aning

Julia, though, simply smiled.“That’s better,” she purred, her pheromones flaring with a sweet, suffocating scent of jasmine and power. “Be a good boy. Serve me, please me, just like last time.”

Andrew’s eyes squeezed shut, a clear attempt to mask the raw hatred and humiliation I knew he was feeling His inner wolf was snarling, trapped behind a cage of necessity.

Julia just watched him, a dismissive smile playing on her lips, as if his attempt at defiance was utterly pathetic to a true Sibernoon

noble.

After it was over, Julia leaned back against the cushions of the sofa, utterly languid, as if the whole ordeal hadn’t cost her an ounce of energy. Casually, she pulled an ebony Pack–Credit Slate from her purse and tossed it.

The slate sailed through the air, landing with a soft thud right on Andrew’s chest. It was exactly how she treated all the other Alghas she’d bought, tossing them credits after they’d served their purpose. What was the difference now?

Andrew didn’t even flinch, letting the slate slip off his chest and clatter to the stone floor.

Julia didn’t seem to care what he thought. “It’s an advance,” she said flippantly. “Five million Pack Credits.”

She finally sat up, running a hand through her long, messy hair to smooth it.“Tomorrow, I’ll stop by your Voyager Alpha–Tech Den. If your core Nano–Silver technology impresses me, a billion will be transferred straight to your account. On time.”

So, his humiliation today was apparently worth five million Pack Credits. The thought curdled in my stomach. Andrew’s teeth ground together once more, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in the air. I knew, with a sick twist in my gut, that for the 140 million still on the table, he would endure any breach of the Wolf Covenant.

The next day dawned under a pale, waning moon.

A flashy Crimson Streak Wolf–Runner pulled up to the Voyager Alpha–Tech building, its engine growling like a caged beast, practically screaming for attention.

The door swung open, and Julia stepped out, her four–inch silver claws on her heels clicking against the pavement, instantly commanding the territory. Her capabilities didn’t matter, though. Her sheer Alpha–born presence was enough to dominate the entire

street.

Behind her, a line of bodyguards in sleek black suits followed–each one a powerfully built Alpha–blood, handsome and lethal.

I could practically feel Andrew clench his jaw again, just imagining the scene through the local Howlnet buzz. Was she here to actually assess the tech, or simply to flaunt the parade of handsome he–wolves she kept on her payroll?

Julia took off her sunglasses, her gaze sweeping over the Voyager Alpha–Tech Den.

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“Looks like they actually put some effort in,” she commented, her tone dripping with dismissiveness.

And with that, she strode inside.

She swept through the lobby, her gaze sweeping around as her entourage of bodyguards trailed behind her like a disciplined hunting pack. The sheer presence she exuded… it wasn’t an inspection. It was a Luna–queen surveying her dominion, and we were all just subjects in her court.

Her arrival wasn’t just seen; it was felt through the pheromonal shift. An invisible, suffocating pressure–the weight of her lineage–descended over the entire company, and the bustling office fell silent in an instant. Even I, from a distance, felt the sudden

tension in the air.

The tension radiated from two sources: Julia’s intimidating presence, yes, but also from Andrew. His scent was sour with agitation, and everyone in the pack–den was picking up on it.

Andrew’s expression was grim, a storm cloud brewing on his face. My stomach twisted with dread. Was this it for Voyager Alpha–Tech? Were we all going to be looking for new pack–territories soon?

The silence was oppressive, thick with the collective fear of what was coming next. In this brutal lunar cycle of the market, I could practically feel the unspoken dread permeating the air: What a cursed fate to be caught up in this company right now.

I watched Andrew. He must have felt the heavy, suffocating atmosphere just as keenly as I did. For a tense moment, he seemed to hesitate, his jaw tight with suppressed frustration, his wolf pacing in his chest. But then, with a visible effort, he pushed off and followed Julia.

He’d barely caught up when Julia’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and demanding.

“Where’s the conference room? Don’t waste my time.”

Andrew’s voice was tight, strained. “I’ll take you there right now.”

The whole group, including me, moved towards Voyager Alpha–Tech’s conference room. Inside, the air felt thick and oppressive, a strange unease settling over us as the scent of silver and sweat mingled.

Andrew had already assembled Voyager Alpha–Tech’s core technical team, poised to present our project’s progress to Julia. Inside, a complex structural diagram of Nano–Silver Sentinels flashed across the projection screen.

“Ms. Miller,” Andrew’s voice, I imagined, must have been tight, “this is the core data we’ve currently mastered.”

The technician had barely gotten started, the words just beginning to flow, when Julia, out of nowhere, reached across and deliberately touched the hand of a new Omega intern sitting right beside her. I stiffened, my eyes widening slightly.

The young intern, so fresh–faced and clearly not used to an Alpha–female’s… touch, let out a startled yelp. He practically launched himself from his chair, a raw, shocked sound tearing through the tense silence. My heart gave a little jolt at his distress; the pup was

terrified.

The presentation screeched to a halt. Every single pair of eyes in the room, mine among them, zeroed in on Julia.

Julia, utterly oblivious to the sudden, heavy awkwardness that had settled over us, spoke with an unsettling nonchalance. It was like she hadn’t just thrown a grenade into the pack–den.

“Go on,” she said, as if nothing had happened.

Andrew’s expression stiffened, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features before he regained control. He had no choice but to push through, nodding to the technical lead to continue. My heart ached for him, stuck in this impossible situation where his Alpha pride was being trampled by Miller gold.

The lead, a middle–aged Beta–wolf with thick–rimmed glasses, looked utterly out of his depth. I could tell just by his rigid posture and the way he avoided Julia’s gaze that he was deeply uncomfortable with her behavior.

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For the need to kens his place in the pack clearly outweighed his personal discomfort. He took a deep breath, visibly steeling himself, and forced the sonde sur, picking up where he’d left off.

The gore, nying to maintain his composure, seemed caught between the relief that he was clearly too old to be Julia’s target and the sheer inlt of being treated with such utter disregard for his professional presence, for his dignity.

The presentation continued, and surprisingly, Julia seemed to take it all in. Once the technical lead finished detailing the problems Andrew had encountered, Julia made her decision: she was going to invest. A wave of complicated relief, mixed with dread, washed

Bor then again, Julia had always been like this. Her spoiled Miller–heiress mentality meant she never, not once, considered anyone dee’s dignity. It was a pattern I knew all too well from our time in the Silvermoon Pack.

The moment she heard they were missing an operating Rune–logic to control their Nano–Silver Sentinels, she just exploded.

Vrefere

Jafia shor to her feet, practically snatching the researcher who was developing the control system by his collar.

You can’t even steal technology properly. What’s the point of keeping you all?”

Her words made every single tech–wolf in the room flush beet red, their inner wolves snarling at the insult, but none of them dared to talk back to a Miller.

I could tell they were silently fuming, because while their core tech was indeed “borrowed” from others, they hadn’t stolen it themselves! Emily–the one they call Sarah–had been the one to leak the initial sequences.

That was just plain insulting!

But then, just as quickly, we were all stunned. Julia, after barely a glance at the core Spirit–Code, just started hammering away at the keyboard

If the characters flashing across the screen weren’t actual Ancient Rune sequences, I would have sworn this pampered princess was just randomly smashing keys.

Andrew, meanwhile, was utterly frozen in place. I could practically see the gears turning in his head: he hadn’t expected this crazy she–wolf to actually be a hidden, top–tier genius of the Spirit–Code?

Five hours later, as the moon began its ascent, Julia typed in the final command and hit enter.

Basic framework? Done.”

Then she turned, her eyes sweeping over them with a look of utter disdain, as if they were beneath her notice.

“It’s time to witness a miracle,” she announced, a smirk playing on her lips.

Her words hung in the air, a challenge, before she leaned forward and pressed the Enter key. And just like that, the Nano–Silver Sentinels on the display table sprang to life.

I could picture it clearly: through the containment bottle, the Nano–Silver was no longer rigid metallic liquid. Instead, it began to move with a mesmerizing rhythm, pulsing like a living heart, truly coming to life.

Julia, almost like she was showing off, flawlessly guided the Nano–Silver through every complex test command, executing them with breathtaking precision.

It was a success!

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