Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 605

Chapter 605.

Grayson lay still in the Rune–Cradle, the scanning process long and eerily silent. My heart hammered against my ribs with every passing second, my wolf, Nala, pacing in a frantic circle within my mind.

On the main console’s screen, countless complex streams of Alpha–blood data flashed by at blinding speed. Even before the final results appeared, I felt my muscles tense, my jaw clenching tighter with each new calculation of his waning vitality.

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Finally, a detailed analysis report generated itself. I stared at the diagnosis–Blood–Core Atrophy–and my whole body swayed, a sudden wave of dizziness threatening to pull me under. I had to brace myself against the obsidian control panel, my knuckles white, just to stay upright.

It was what I’d braced myself for, yet when the brutal truth of the diagnosis flashed across the screen, a sharp blade seemed to twist deep into my chest, stealing my breath. His connection to his wolf was fraying at the cellular level.

The Rune–Cradle hissed open, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the Alchemic Den. Grayson sat up, his gaze on my unsteady back, and quickly moved from the cradle. He was by my side in an instant, his powerful hands on my shoulders, steadying me.

He’d had his own internal sense of the scan. He knew the results, just like I did. I could sense the regret radiating from him through our fledgling bond, the unspoken thought that if he’d stayed away and never claimed me as his fated–mate, I wouldn’t be hurting like this because

of him.

Yet, as his grip on my shoulders tightened, I felt the shift in him. His wolf was snarling at the thought of a world where he hadn’t appeared, where some other Alpha stood beside me instead. And the possessiveness in his touch, the flare of his dominant pheromones, told me he couldn’t bear that thought.

A defiant refusal hardened his features. He couldn’t accept this outcome. Grayson leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“No,” he whispered, his voice rough with determination.“With you by my side, I’ll be fine. Whatever resources you need, I’ll get them. We’ll face this together, for a long, long time.”

Hearing his words, the vice around my heart loosened, just a little. Yes. In this life, with me by his side, he would be fine. I knew it. This was my challenge to the ancient laws of fate.

I lifted my wrist and lightly tapped the sensory device there. Across the lab, a cultivation chamber slowly rose. Inside, countless silver particles, almost invisible to the naked eye, swirled like a miniature galaxy in the nutrient solution.

“Alright, then let’s start the treatment now!” I declared.

Grayson took my hand, his thumb stroking my palm.“If we don’t leave now, we’ll miss the Full Moon Banquet.”

My expression was firm.“You need to start your treatment now. If you’re not there, even the most magnificent stage in the Shadow Moon Territory will lose all its color for me.”

Grayson let out a sigh of resignation, but a small, unconscious smile touched his lips, his wolf preening at my

The most prestigious Grand Hall in the Shadow Moon Territory.

devotion.

Tonight, it drew together the most influential figures from every pack–Business moguls of the Silvermoon, rising tech stars of the Flame Pack, medical luminaries, powerful Alpha investors–each name held enough weight to spark a storm in their respective territories.

The buzz in the room was palpable, all of it centered on the Flame Pack Alchemists and the mysterious Nano–Silver Sentinel technology that promised to change everything for the werewolf race.

The Grand Hall itself was a dazzling spectacle of designer gowns, sparkling jewels, and the constant clinking of champagne flutes. Guests mingled in hushed groups, their voices a low murmur, but I noticed every single gaze kept darting to the grand, closed obsidian doors of the

main hall.

It was clear they were all poised, ready to descend upon the mysterious Isabella Miller the moment she made her entrance. But minute by. agonizing minute, Isabella Miller remained elusive. The longer she delayed, the more the tension in the room coiled, tightening everyone’s

nerves into a knot.

“It’s eight o’clock,” an old Beta with a shock of white hair, a titan in the medical device industry, muttered, glancing impatiently at his watch.“Where is Isabella Miller?”

Beside him, the CEO of the nation’s biggest venture capital firm, an Alpha from the Alexander Pack, offered a smooth, reassuring smile. “Patience, Elder Andrew,” he drawled, geniuses, you know, they always have their quirks.”

Even as he spoke, I noticed his fingers, still wrapped around the stem of his champagne flute, tapping restlessly against the glass. He was just as desperate as I was. I knew why everyone was here–all of them with their own medical mysteries or failing Blood–Cores, all hoping to secure an appointment with me.

I knew they knew my demands, and they were holding all the cards. For the Alphas and Lunas who stood at the absolute pinnacle of the Pack Council, money and power were ancient history. Health and the very essence of the wolf? That was their obsession.

My Nano–Silver Sentinel technology, like some fabled elixir of immortality, was a lethal draw for them–something they couldn’t resist.

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“Miss Julia, you jes,” High Elder Hale forced a tight smile “Isabella Miller might just be delayed by pack business, a slight delay”

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Veryone’s waiting on Nano–Silver Sentinels, but the Flame Pack isn’t the only can developing them, you know?