Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611.

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Her smile widened as she took his hand, her Alpha strength gently tugging him from the study and straight toward her room.

Andrew’s heart, I could almost feel it, was starting to hammer a frantic beat against his ribs.

He might not have set foot in the Green Pack mansion before, but that master bedroom on the second floor? I knew that was Julia’s

inner sanctum.

While he was still stunned, Julia had already pulled the door open and shoved Andrew inside.

He couldn’t react in time, stumbling back, his wolf–honed reflexes failing him in his shock as he tripped over something I couldn’t se and fell onto the bed.

Julia hadn’t let go of his hand. When he fell, she went down with him, landing on his chest, her scent of mountain pine and cold ambition filling his senses.

He stared at Julia’s aggressively beautiful face, inches from his own, and his mouth went dry.

The next second.

Suddenly, Julia leaned down, and her soft, slightly cool lips pressed against his.

Andrew’s eyes snapped open.

The kiss was forceful, dominant, just like the Alpha she–wolf herself.

Julia was kissing him?

She never let him kiss her before. To her, he was a disgrace, a lesser wolf, something repulsive.

He had always assumed their blood bond was nothing more than a transaction, a mutual exploitation of territories.

Now, Andrew was imagining a future where, if Julia would settle down, they could be a mutually respectful pair of mates.

Even if it was just to reciprocate Julia’s overture, he pushed down his long–held aversion for her and kissed her back. Then, with a roll and a low growl, he pinned Julia beneath him.

Ten minutes later, Julia’s wolf felt utterly bored by the whole ordeal, her claws metaphorically scratching at the back of her mind in irritation. She was on the verge of snapping when Andrew finally finished.

Andrew held Julia, his wolf feeling immensely satisfied with the claim.

Julia, however, felt deeply uncomfortable, her skin crawling with the wrongness of the scent.

But she endured it in silence, waiting for Andrew to fall into a deep sleep before she finally got up and left the room.

She walked to the other end of the corridor, leaning against the cold stone wall by the corner, activated her telepathic link, and made a

call.

The link connected quickly, and a soft, boyish voice came through from the other end.

“Sister, you finally remembered me,” a voice purred through the link, dripping with a playful eagerness that made my skin prickle.

I watched a visible wave of relief wash over Miller through the pack–sight, her agitated posture easing at the sou

I knew this was the younger he–wolf Miller had been keeping outside of the pack lands, the one she’d broug

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I knew she’d always found Andrew repulsive, and whatever ‘skills‘ he thought he possessed, they clearly didn’t satisfy her wolf. In fact, they only left her feeling worse.

I knew how her mind worked: she’d already done all the wrong things, crossed every line of the Wolf Covenant. All that mattered was making Andrew believe she was pregnant with his pup. Whether it was actually his didn’t matter at all; as long as she gave birth to a pup of the bloodline, he’d be forced to acknowledge it as his heir.

And if he refused to acknowledge it? Then she’d simply cut him out of the territory completely and raise the pup on her own, no problem.

That thought, I imagined, brought a small measure of comfort to her cold heart.

A slow, knowing smile spread across her face, and I could practically feel the raw hunger radiating from her, a desire that seemed to only deepen with whatever private image had just flashed through her mind about the young he–wolf she was expecting–the kind who was built like a reinforced door frame, I imagined.

“Ten minutes,” Miller commanded, her voice dropping to a low purr.“Get clean and come to my room.”

“Understood, Sister,” he replied, his voice still eager, a definite yes–wolf.

That’s how she liked her males, I realized, utterly subservient.

Miller hung up the link, a smug expression still on her face, and walked back into her room. A few moments later, the young he–wolf from the call entered. He paused, his wolf–eyes widening in surprise when he saw Andrew asleep on the bed.

He gestured toward Andrew, but Miller simply flashed a knowing smirk, took his arm, and led him out onto the balcony under the moonlight, leaving Andrew, and me, in the living room.

The next day, after the lavish banquet had concluded.

A frenzy, unlike anything I’d ever witnessed, had swept through the elite circles of the Kyoto Territory.

My name, Isabella, had exploded into the public consciousness, a sudden clap of thunder echoing through every corner of the Howlnet.

I knew. The telepathic messages, the urgent howls, the incessant requests for council meetings–they poured in like a relentless blizzard, flooding the link–inboxes of Fire Pharmaceuticals and the Grant Pack.

Faye, my chief assistant, had been working for twenty–four hours straight, her

eyes

bloodshot.

But despite her exhaustion, she was buzzing with extreme excitement.

“Miss Isabella,” Faye said, “this is the first batch of candidates I’ve filtered based on the materials and sincerity they’re able to provide.” Faye placed a thick folder respectfully on the desk in front of me.

But I didn’t even glance at the cover of the folder, my gaze still fixed on the images on my computer screen–Grayson’s fractured neural pathways.

I simply instructed, “List the materials they can provide separately, and bring them to me.”

Faye paused, a flicker of surprise in her Beta eyes.

“Miss Isabella… you mean, you don’t want to look at the medical records of their wolves?”

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“My time is precious.” My gaze never left the screen. “Don’t worry, I can cure any wolf anyway. I only look at the price.”

The only one I couldn’t cure yet was Grayson.

Anything that could help his Blood–Core recover–that was my sole priority.

Faye understood what I meant.

She excused herself, and in record time, returned with a brand new list, placing it directly in front of me.

The first column on the list detailed the staggering prices these Alphas were willing to pay.

Below those figures, the actual names, pack affiliations, and the specific ailments requiring my attention were finally listed.

I took the list, my gaze sweeping over it from top to bottom, devouring each line.

My gaze was

if I were reviewing an ordinary grocery list.

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