Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 618

Chapter 618.

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A silent boom detonated in the Council Chamber.

Alpha Grandfather Miller’s words were a deep–sea bomb, its shockwave rippling through every single wolf present, myself included. My wolf went still, her ears pricked, sensing the tectonic shift in the pack’s power dynamics.

A collective gasp, then utter silence. Everyone was stunned, their faces blank with disbelief, their scents turning sharp with shock.

Director Hale, who just a second ago had been practically glowing with fervor, ready to crown his new Luna, now stood there, his facial muscles witching erratically. His hand, half–raised in a gesture of support, awkwardly froze mid–air.

W–What… what just happened?”

Didn’t the Alpha Patriarch support Miss Julia?”

What in the world is going on?”

The conference room instantly erupted around me, a sudden explosion of stunned disbelief.

The Council Alphas who’d backed Julia all wore expressions of pure, unadulterated horror. Each face was a ghastly shade of white, more stricken than he last It was a palpable dread, a silent testament to how this branch of the Miller family seemed determined to cut them deeper with every twist of

he knife.

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room from those who had remained neutral, or who had secretly sided with Grayson all along. I could sractically feel the cold sweat prickling their spines.

I could almost hear their silent cry of “Thank the Great Wolf!”

Thank the Moon they hadn’t raised their hands just moments ago.

From my vantage point, Julia, still seated at the head of the table, looked like she’d been carved from ice. Her blood must have frozen solid in her veins it that very moment. Julia’s eyes were locked onto the screen, fixed on that familiar yet strangely distant figure. From the way she stared, utterly blank, I new her world had narrowed down to just that moment, her ears probably ringing so loud she couldn’t hear a thing.

watched as Grandfather Miller held up the parchment, his lips moving. Julia, however, seemed to see nothing else, her gaze fixated on him. Her face Irained of color, as if every word Grandfather Miller uttered was a poisoned blade, plunging deep into her heart.

Then the words echoed, loud and stark: The sole heir… is Grayson!”

could practically see the questions screaming in Julia’s mind, etched onto her face: How? Why him again? Her expression twisted, betraying the raw lisbelief that must have been churning inside her. She must have been thinking how she’d healed Grandfather Miller, how she’d earned his approval as

potential Luna.

Why had it all turned out like this?

The screen suddenly snapped to black, a sharp, final thud after Grandfather Miller finished displaying the document. The image was gone, just like that.

ulia jolted upright, the sudden movement sending her heavy oak chair crashing backward with a deafening bang.

Her voice sliced through the silence, sharp and desperate.“No… that’s impossible!”

Her eyes were bloodshot, wild, her inner wolf flashing in the pupils as she jabbed a finger at the darkened screen. Her shriek echoed, raw with Iccusation,“This isn’t real! You’ve all been tricked! It’s Isabella! It has to be Isabella’s doing!”

And yet, even though she was screaming the truth, pointing directly at the heart of the matter, her current hysteria would only be seen by everyone else as a pathetic, helpless rage. Compared to Grayson, Julia, the ‘Miss Miller‘ they had once championed, simply couldn’t hold a candle. It wasn’t even close.

I saw the profound disappointment on the faces of her staunchest Alpha supporters. This wasn’t the Luna they’d believed in

I didn’t understand why the Old Alpha had suddenly pulled such a drastic switch, but the blood–signed documents, presented to all of us, were

undeniable. This was final.

Around us, the room began to empty, wolves quickly scattering and leaving the territory’s center. Hale Dong and his allies were ashen–faced, their expressions screaming a silent understanding: they were utterly screwed. Betraying Grayson, even just once, was enough to guarantee their downfall,

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to ruin them beyond repair in the eyes of the pack.

‘Miss Julia-

Someone probably tried to talk sense into her, but I knew Julia wouldn’t be listening. Not then. I could just picture her, storming out of that boardroom like a banshee, one thought searing through her mind: The Healer’s Sanctum.

She’d demand answers from her grandfather herself and expose my ‘plot‘ to his face. The audacity.

[ wondered if Aurora had been watching from her monitor, her calm smile surely wiped clean, replaced by that cold, hard tension I knew so well. She’d be racking her brain, trying to comprehend how it had all gone so wrong.

Later, I imagined Julia at the High–Sanctuary ward, her fury still simmering. The Sentinels would have tried to stop her, of course. “I’m sorry, Miss ulia,” I could hear them saying, “but you can’t go in without a healer’s permission.”

Two blank–faced men, solid walls of muscle blocking her path.

Get out of my way!”

She’d shove them, her eyes blazing crimson, a wild animal cornered and enraged. When one dared to try and stop her again, I pictured her foot lashing but, connecting hard with his gut. He’d double over, groaning, clearing the doorway just enough.

And she’d crash through that door, bursting into the room without a second thought.

didn’t see it at the time, but right after I walked into the sanctuary room, a sentinel got up, clutching the documents Grandfather Miller had just signed n his pocket, and hurried out.

A heavy silence settled over the room.

Grandpa Miller sat peacefully in the bed, still wearing the ritual gown I’d seen him in on the video. He didn’t even acknowledge Julia bursting in, his

aze fixed blankly on the window, like a soulless statue.

Grandpa!” Julia cried.

She rushed to his bedside, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him violently. “Tell me! Was what you said in the video true?! Why did you say that?! Why are you helping Grayson?! Why?!”

screamed the questions, her voice hoarse with desperation. But Grandpa Miller remained utterly still. His body swayed with Julia’s furious shaking,

eyes remained vacant, devoid of even the slightest ripple of emotion.

Arionette.

watched as Julia’s heart sank, little by little. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Even if Grandpa was furious, utterly disappointed, he wouldn’t be ike this. It was as if… he’d completely lost his self–awareness.

My movements stilled. My gaze locked on the Old Alpha’s eyes, unwavering. Those eyes, once sharp and cunning, were now utterly devoid of life, mpty of any emotion.

A sudden flicker caught my attention–a faint, rhythmic twitch at the corner of Grandpa’s eye. It was so incredibly subtle, almost imperceptible to nyone else.

But I knew my spirit–sentinels. I knew them too well. My stomach clenched. My wolf whimpered in my mind, sensing the unnatural state of the elder. My mind instantly made the connection. It had to be the micro–runes.

No. How could this be happening?

Without hesitation, I snatched the spirit–sentinel control console from the bedside table, checked the interface of the runes, and began a frantic count. Ritual treatments required a lot of these spirit–sentinels, and I’d actually noticed that some were always missing afterward. But I’d always just figured t was normal wear and tear of the magical essence.

I mean, what ritual tool doesn’t eventually break down? I never gave it a second thought.

But now, a terrifying thought slammed into me.

Those spirit–sentinels I’d dismissed as simply worn out weren’t actually broken; I just couldn’t retrieve them, and they were still inside his Blood–Core

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and neural pathways!

I knew normally, these micro–runes were so tiny they couldn’t harm the body. Eventually, they’d just be flushed out with the wolf’s metabolism.

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