Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 603

Chapter 603.

As Andrew followed Julia to the Smith Pack ancestral estate, I couldn’t help but wonder about the tangle of emotions his wolf must have been feeling. I knew that normally, Julia treated him with utter contempt, like a submissive hound she could command at will, despite his Alpha blood. Yet now, she was taking him to the very heart of the Smith family’s territorial power. Was this, I wondered, some twisted form of approval from the Silvermoon nobility?

The Wolf–Runner smoothly entered a heavily guarded estate, past sentries whose eyes flashed with golden warnings. It was Andrew’s first time stepping foot inside such a sanctum. Ancient, imposing stone architecture immediately struck me, radiating the legacy and authority of a century–old Alpha lineage. A suffocating pressure seemed to fill the very air, thick with the scent of old power and dominant pheromones, making it hard to breathe.

I watched as Andrew followed Julia, each step he took meticulously cautious, his inner wolf treading lightly to avoid triggering a challenge. The entire Smith estate felt utterly lifeless, a suffocating silence hanging heavy over the territory.

When we stepped into the great room of the den, I noticed an elderly Beta butler, his hair streaked with gray, his face stern. He greeted us, bowing slightly to Julia.

“Miss, you’ve returned,” he said.

His gaze briefly rested on Andrew, filled with scrutiny, his nose twitching as he analyzed Andrew’s scent. He said nothing, but a palpable aversion hung in the air, unmistakably aimed at Andrew. It was because Grayson had essentially foisted him upon Julia, and his lineage was clearly deemed unworthy of their high–born she–wolf. Andrew’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he suppressed a low, defensive growl.

Julia, however, paid no mind to Andrew’s silent struggles, cutting straight to the point.“Where’s my grandfather?”

“The Elder is upstairs in his room,” the butler stated.“The Healer just left.”

Julia gave a brief nod and headed straight upstairs. Andrew naturally fell in behind her, his wolf pacing restlessly in his mind, and I

followed.

Julia pushed open the door to a master suite on the second floor. A strong smell of medicinal herbs and decaying vitality hit me full in the face. Andrew stepped inside, and I followed, my gaze falling on her grandfather, the Elder of the Silvermoon line, who lay still in

the bed.

The man who had once commanded pack–wars, a titan in the corporate and clan hierarchy, was now just a shadow of his former self. He lay there, his face a shocking shade of ashen gray, his life–force flickering low. A frightening web of conduits was connected to his frail body, sustaining his failing Blood–Core. The cruel aftermath of the neural–aura collapse was evident in the way his mouth drooped at one corner, and I could tell just by looking that his wolf was too weak to even whimper, let alone speak.

When his cloudy eyes landed on Julia, a jolt of raw emotion–something fierce and desperate–flared in them. He started to struggle violently against the furs and sheets, his body shaking, and guttural, choked sounds ripped from his throat, like a desperate animal trapped in a silver cage.

The caregiver immediately moved to his side, trying to soothe him.“Elder,” she said, her voice soft and soothing, “please don’t get so agitated. Miss Miller has come back to see you.”

But Grandpa Miller wasn’t listening; not a single word seemed to penetrate his distress. The more worked up he became, the more his vitality leaked, and he looked utterly pathetic and heartbreakingly frail. My chest tightened just watching the fall of such a powerful Alpha.

Julia hurried to his bedside, her face carefully composed with just the right amount of concern. She took Grandpa Miller’s bony,

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withered hand in hers, her voice a tenderness I’d never heard from her before.

“Grandpa,” she said softly, “please don’t get upset. I’ve found a way to save you.”

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As she spoke, she pulled a small, elegant box from her purse and deftly opened it. Inside, nestled on velvet, was a syringe filled with a shimmering, silver–gray liquid. My breath hitched. It was the sample–Voyager Alpha–Tech’s newly developed Nano–Silver

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Grandpa Miller’s cloudy eyes, which moments ago held only despair, suddenly ignited with an astonishing, desperate gleam as he fixed on the syringe. Nano–Silver. He recognized it instantly. He knew exactly what it was. The old patriarch of the Grant Pack–everyone knew through the Howlnet he’d clawed his way back from death’s door thanks to these. Now, he was practically bursting with life.

A spark of desperate hope flared in the Elder’s eyes. He could be saved. He wouldn’t have to lie here, a helpless shadow of his former self, his Alpha–dignity distorted, at the mercy of everyone around him. He let out a series of ragged, choked gasps. His entire body trembled violently, guttural, meaningless cries tearing from his throat. Saliva streamed even more profusely from the crooked corner of his mouth, a stark visual of his suffering.

He struggled relentlessly, his frail limbs flailing, as if he was desperately trying to force his wolf to shift, to stand. Seeing his distress, the caregiver quickly rushed forward, gently but firmly pressing him back down.

“Grandpa, please, you need to calm down!” she pleaded. “Don’t move around so much!”

But Julia simply raised a hand, a dismissive wave that told the caregiver to step aside. Julia then stepped closer to the bed, towering over the defeated old man. Her gaze, when it finally settled on him, held no trace of pity–only a chilling, unyielding scrutiny.

“Grandpa,” she said, her voice steady with Alpha authority,“you trust me.”

His eyes instantly welled up, a raw, undeniable testament to his faith. He trusted her. Only her. I saw the raw determination in his eyes, the almost manic conviction that he would get better, that Grayson, his ungrateful grandson, would finally pay. And with that, he’d reclaim the Smith Pack’s power, every last bit of it.

I watched as Grandpa Miller summoned every last bit of strength he had, a guttural, raw sound scraping from his throat.“… Believe…” Julia’s lips curved into a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes, before she picked up the syringe. My breath hitched as she deliberately pushed the plunger, the silvery–gray liquid steadily flowing from it, directly into Grandpa Miller’s life–conduit.

I watched, horrified, as the icy liquid traced its path down the tube, a sinister stream seeping, drop by agonizing drop, into Grandpa Miller’s already withered veins. Andrew stood rigidly to the side, watching the scene unfold. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his gaze was fixed, and I knew this was a moment of intense anticipation for his wolf. He had personally witnessed the birth of this Nano–Silver. And now, he was about to witness firsthand if it could truly perform a miracle.

This wasn’t just about Grandpa Miller’s life or death; I knew it was Andrew’s last desperate shot at turning his own life around within the pack hierarchy. Time dragged on, each second stretching into an eternity. The room was eerily quiet, broken only by the steady beeping of the monitors and Grandpa Miller’s heavy, labored breathing.

I watched as Grandpa Miller’s initial surge of hope and excitement slowly drained away, replaced by growing anxiety and a visible wave of disappointment. His gaze, fixed on his hand, was etched with an unspoken question, sharp enough I could almost hear it: Why wasn’t there any reaction yet?

A flicker of dread crossed his face, a terrifying possibility I felt echo in the room: Had it… failed? I saw him visibly steel himself, trying to shove that doubt deep down. His expression hardened, a fierce, silent refusal. No. Impossible. He seemed to cling to a desperate hope, his eyes searching for answers, perhaps remembering the Howlnet reports that my own grandfather had recovered. If her grandpa could be healed, why not him?

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His eyes darted to Julia, a silent, unsettling question forming in their depths, one I knew was probably commenting him. Was jolies expertise perhaps not as strong as his?

Just as despair threatened to completely overwhelm Grandpa Miller, his eyes suddenly widened. A jolt, a sharp prickle I imagined dire through the fingers of his left hand as the Nano–Silver began its resonance. He tried to move it. Then, his eyes snapped wide wit astonishment. He could move it!

And then I saw it–his left index finger, a limb that had been paralyzed and lifeless for so long, actually subtly curled

It worked! It really worked!

I watched as Grandpa Miller’s eyes welled with tears, his entire body trembling with the sheer force of his emotion. The caregion and Andrew, standing nearby, were absolutely stunned, their faces etched with utter disbelief. It was nothing short of a medical mirade

Julia watched the numbers on the monitor flicker, a slow smile spreading across her lips. That widening smile on her face practically screamed her belief that her talent was truly unparalleled. And me? In her eyes, I was nothing but a rogue without a pack

Julia glanced at the old man on the bed, who was practically shaking with excitement, teetering on the edge of another stroke. In her eyes, I caught a fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of scorn. Julia reached out, her hand gently patting Grandpa Miller’s cheek

“Grandpa, how do you feel?”

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