Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 604

Chapter 604.

I tilted my head back just a fraction, sweeping my hair to one side, baring the delicate curve of my neck–a gesture of absoluerunt from a she–wolf to her mate. My neck felt pale and slender under the moonlight filtering through the window

Grayson moved behind me, his powerful Alpha frame casting a shadow over mine. I felt his beat, the scent of cedar and old part wrapping around me. His hand rose, ready to fasten the diamond torque around

my

throat.

Just as his fingertips were about to brush against my skin, I felt a sudden glitch in his pheromones–a spike of sharp metallic But just as his fingertips were about to brush my skin, his hand jolted in mid–air, a violent, unexpected tremor that rippled fisugikes entire arm. Grayson’s gaze darkened, and I saw a desperate fight for control flash in his eyes–a battle his inner wolf was deatly koning

A soft thud.

The cold diamond necklace slid from his trembling fingers. It traced a cold path down the smooth expanse of my back like a slivers? ice, before landing on the plush carpet with a soft, muffled thud.

Suddenly, I felt something cool brush against my chest. I glanced down and saw my necklace lying on the floor wave of use washed over me, making my heart leap into my throat. My wolf, Nala, bristled inside me, sensing a disturbance in our Alphas vitality

I spun around, my gaze locking onto Grayson, who was standing behind me.

“What’s wrong?”

I watched Grayson’s face, and in that instant, it went utterly pale, the golden hue of his Alpha eyes flickering toward a dull asben gray 1 saw him try to steady his right hand, the one that was still trembling violently, but he failed. His hand seemed to have a mind of its one. the muscles twitching as if the neural–link to his wolf was fraying.

My gaze locked onto that shaking, uncontrollable hand, and I felt the blood drain from my face, little by little. Grayson’s eves fickened. and a flash of panic crossed his face as he quickly pulled his hand back, hiding it behind him.

He forced a smile, trying to sound casual, though his scent was thick with the bitter tang of suppressed pain. “It’s nothing probably just overworked lately. The pack borders have been restless.”

But his attempt at a cover–up felt flimsy and transparent to me. I pursed my lips, saying nothing. My worst fear had come true i wasn’t just exhaustion from pack duties, not at all. It was the onset of Blood–Core Atrophy–the werewolf equivalem of ALS, where the wolf slowly loses its connection to the host’s body.

The worry and fear in my eyes swelled, threatening to spill over. My body began to tremble, softly but uncontrollably.

Grayson looked at my ashen face, and I could see the fresh pang of pain that shot through him. I could see him wanting to step forward to pull me into his arms and tell me not to be afraid, to reclaim his role as my protector. But his hand, hidden behind his back, wa trembling even harder now. He didn’t dare move. He was afraid I would see the weakness of his wolf.

“Isabella,” he said, his voice strained, “I’m really fine. Just a lot going on at work lately, haven’t been getting enough rest

But I didn’t hear him. Not really. I took a step, then another, walking towards him. My gaze never left that hand, the one he be hidde behind his back. I saw Grayson instinctively recoil, taking a step back, his inner wolf letting out a low, mournful whine than any l

could hear.

“Isabella…” Grayson murmured, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite place–a mixture of shame and ancient ser

But I didn’t stop. I kept moving. I closed the distance between us, reaching out to gently take the hand he was trying to hide behing ns back. His hand was still trembling violently, the powerful muscles firing out of sync.

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Gondo pulos hated from from my grasp, but he couldn’t. It’s really nothing he murmured, his voice gentle.

But his we did rhing to soothe the panic coiling in my gut. He was to weak, he couldn’t even pull his own hand away! An Alpha whose strength cold crush he couldn’t even reset my gentle tog

“Don’t move,” I said, my ice form as I held his hand. My other hand’s fingertips rapidly pressed down on several nerve points along his arm checking the flow of his lunar energy.

Grayson’s body stiffened under my touch. I could feel him want to pull away, to hide his vulnerability, but he held still. My expression grew grim, a cold dread seeping into my bones. My reflex tests were sluggish, and I noticed a slight atrophy in his muscles–the divine strength of the wolf was receding All the symptoms screamed the worst possible outcome.

I released his hand, looking up, my eyes already stinging, blurring with unshed tears. “You need to get checked out. Now, Immediately. “I practically spat out the words, each one laced with urgency.

Grayson looked at my reddened eyes, and I could see a flicker of pain cross his face. I knew how much he hated to see me worried, let alone crying. He raised his other hand, the one that wasn’t trembling, reaching out as if to cup my face. But I instinctively turned my head away, my wolf pacing in a frantic circle.

His hand froze mid–air, and then he pulled it back, a pained smile playing on his lips. “Isabella, don’t worry,” he said softly. I know my own body. Honestly I’m just incredibly tired.”

He tried to change the subject, hoping to calm me down.“Let’s try on your ceremonial dress first. We don’t want to hold things up. Tomorrow night’s Full Moon Banquet is really important, especially for your standing in the Silvermoon Pack.”

He clearly thought that would distract me. But the moment he said that, the dam holding back my tears completely broke. I grabbed his collar fiercely, my claws instinctively pricking through the fabric, practically screaming, Grayson!”

Even if tomorrow was the end of the world, nothing would be as important as you are!*

Resources! The banquet! The future of the Flame Pack! In my eyes, they weren’t worth a single hair on his head! In my past life, his illness had kept him from me, stealing him away until he was a ghost. I couldn’t just stand by and watch him be tormented by illness, transforming from the golden Alpha he was into a shell of a man, needing machines and runes just to breathe!

This time around, I would never allow that tragedy to repeat!

My shouting stunned Grayson into silence. He looked at my tear–reddened eyes and sighed softly. It dawned on me then that he must have suspected something for a while, feeling his wolf’s power waning, but had been too afraid to dig deeper, and he certainly hadn’t wanted me to know.

But now, there was no hiding it. I could see in his eyes that the only way to ease my worry was to agree to my plan, to get treatment in the Alchemic Den.

Grayson smiled, his voice soft as he said, “Okay.”

My tears abruptly fell, hot and heavy against my cheeks. “Before, it was incurable,” I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. “Because you didn’t have your Nano–Silver Sentinels. But now you do, Grayson. You have to be able to cure me.”

He reached out, his thumb wiping the tears from my cheeks.“Don’t cry,” he pleaded softly.

But I just sobbed harder, and Grayson kept murmuring gentle words, trying to comfort me.“Worst–case scenario, you can just use those Nano–Silver Sentinels to make me, like, super indestructible, can’t you? An iron wolf.”

His words, even delivered with a faint, brave smile, reignited a desperate flicker of hope inside me. But then the cold truth hit me: long–term Nano–Silver implantation carried immense risks to the Blood–Core. It would be agonizingly painful. And suddenly, at

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desperate, last–ditch solution formed in my mind if things went south–a full Blood–Core Replacement.

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