Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 612

Chapter 612.

The entire sanctuary within the Garrett territory had been meticulously transformed into a top–tier private monitoring suite. State–of–the–art healing conduits hummed softly, their lunar–glass screens alive with the steady, rhythmic flicker of vital signs. A profound silence hung in the air, heavy with the scent of sterile herbs and ancient power. The only sound was the soft, persistent beep–beep of the machines monitoring his pulse.

My gaze went straight to the bed.

On it, a young he–wolf lay. He was strikingly handsome, even in this state. His face, devoid of color, was serene in sleep, but it couldn‘ completely obscure the powerful Alpha charm he must have once possessed. This was Garrett Muchen, the Garrett family’s golden pup. Three years ago, a tragic rogue ambush on the territory borders had stolen that brilliance, leaving him a shell of his former self, a wolf kept alive only by a life–essence mist and lunar infusions.

The Garrett family members followed closely behind me, their breaths held, as if any sound might shatter the fragile peace of the room I felt the weight of every gaze in the room, a collective mix of desperate hope and gut–wrenching dread, all fixed on me. My wolf paced restlessly inside my mind, sensing the stagnant energy of a brother–in–arms.

I moved to the edge of the bed, pulling out the Lunar Micro–Sentinels. My hand reached out, settling gently on Garrett Muchen’s wrist. His skin was icy cold beneath my touch, a chilling contrast to the warmth a healthy Alpha should radiate. My wolf whimpered at the sensation of his dormant spirit.

Then, I activated the Micro–Sentinels, sending them into Garrett Muchen’s bloodstream. The moment my Ritual Sight Lens flickered on, my vision wasn’t my own anymore; it was the sentinels‘. I saw through their eyes, navigating the intricate pathways of his veins.

moment stretched, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on. I slowly blinked my eyes open.

Yes.”

rett’s eyes instantly welled up, her voice thick with emotion as she managed to ask:

iller, my son… is there still hope for him?”

ly met her gaze, my voice unwavering, laced with a calm certainty that only an Alpha of my lineage could command.

The news that the Garrett family was throwing a Naming Day bash for their youngest pup, Garrett Muchen, ripped through the Howlnet, echoing across every pack territory.

A feast for a he–wolf who’s been comatose for three years?

The Garrett family patriarch must truly love his pup, so much it’s almost madness.

I knew everyone in the Silvermoon Pack and beyond was secretly snickering, whispering through their mind–links about the Garrett family throwing a party for a coma patient. But the Garretts were still one of the Great Capital’s four legendary clans, and their invitations carried weight. So, of course, half the elite Alphas and Betas of the city showed up.

I could practically taste the sycophancy in the air, mixed with a morbid curiosity that set my hackles on edge. Most of these people were either here to curry favor with the Garretts or, more likely, just to gawk and see what a Naming Day feast for a comatose wolf even

looked like.

The Great Hall itself was a dazzling blur of high–fashion furs, sparkling jewels, and the constant clinking of champagne flutes. The air hummed with hushed telepathic murmurs and the expensive, heavy scent of various pack pheromones.

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I was observing the scene, feeling a familiar detachment, when a sudden ripple of commotion broke out near the entrance. Whispers started to ripple through the crowd, “Look! Is that… Old Master Miller?” My head snapped up, my gaze drawn to the door. Another voice chimed in, full of shocked disbelief, “How did he get here? I thought he was on his deathbed, his spirit–core failing!”

It was like a synchronized movement; every single eye in the room, including mine, instantly swiveled to the doorway.

And there she was: Julia, carefully assisting an old Alpha with a cane as they slowly, deliberately made their way inside. The old man was unmistakable, even after all this time. It was Old Master Miller, the patriarch of the Miller clan, the very man who hadn’t been seen in public for ages, rumored to have suffered a spirit–core rupture and be on the brink of the Eternal Sleep!

And yet, here he was. Though he still walked with a visible tremor, his steps were undeniably his own, slow but steady. He wasn’t being carried or wheeled in; he was walking on his own paws. He still looked a bit frail, but his spirit was incredibly improved compared to what the run

imed! His eyes were sharp, and he even managed a slight nod to those around him.

room erupted in gasps and murmurs. What… what was happening?

was he actually getting better?

Miller cleared his throat, then pat

Grandpa Miller announced, his voice old wolf is standing here today is all

A wave of murmurs rippled through the one making waves, stealing the show improved, it was undeniable. Julia

Grandpa Miller clearly relished

“Julia’s sentinel technology b

miracle!”

A buzz of conversat

My wolf growle

Several pec

“Miss

M

hand, which was steadying him.

oss the hall with a resonance that demanded submission, “the only reason

y wonderful granddaughter, Julia.”

then that the collective realization seemed to dawn on them: Julia had been the Chowhere to be seen that day. And now, looking at Grandpa Miller, so clearly

be Lunar Micro–Sentinels must have been truly impressive.

xpressions, a triumphant gleam in his eyes, before he pressed on.

with one foot already in the Ancestral Lands, back to life. It’s nothing short of a medical

he same time, countless fervent gazes, filled with scrutiny and longing, all converged on Julia. sensing the deception beneath Julia’s polished scent.

themselves, began to gravitate towards Julia.

g him some trouble during the shift. I was hoping you might be able to take a look?”

agh the quiet hum of the room, “my mother also suffered a spirit–core rupture. I wanted to inquire what it pertise.”

by poised, yet utterly detached, smile as she prepared to speak. Suddenly, her eyes snagged on someone, and her genuine, warm greeting.“Uncle Garrett,” she murmured.

ne else in the room, followed her gaze. It landed on Henry, the Garrett Alpha, who was making his way through the y had been making his way to the stage in the center of the hall when someone suddenly called out to him. He without thinking.

and it was only then that I caught the faintest hint of annoyance flicker across his face, his Alpha pheromones spiking

his eyes landed on Julia, who had called out to him, and beside her, none other than Grandpa Miller. Any lingering irritation seemed to vanish, replaced by a practiced smile as he walked over and warmly gripped Grandpa Miller’s hand.

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“Grandpa Miller, for you to personally attend my youngest pup’s Naming Day feast… our humble Garrett family is truly honored beyond words!”

Mary

I heard Mr. Miller respond with similar politeness. “I watched Garrett Muchen grow up,” he said, his voice carrying a familiar, almost mournful, undertone. “After his accident three years ago, it was just… sigh. Now that you’re throwing him a Naming Day celebration, I absolutely had to come.”

I sensed a calculated edge to his words, a subtle probe designed to twist the knife in Mr. Garrett’s old wounds. Yet, as soon as the words left his lips, his gaze shifted to Julia, completely missing the small, triumphant smile that had already begun to form on Mr. Garrett’s

face.

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