Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 626

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Chapter 626.

The Central Healing Sanctum of the Silvermoon Territory.

The worker, a he–wolf who had just cheated death, had his wounds meticulously cleaned, disinfected with wolfsbane–neutralizers, and re–stitched by the pack healers before being wheeled into his recovery chamber.

He was a migrant wolf, far from his home pack’s lands. His kin hadn’t been able to traverse the territories to reach the city yet, so he lay there alone in his stone–walled hospital bed.

Past midnight, the Sanctum hallways settled into an eerie quiet, broken only by the faint, rhythmic glow of the monitoring runes at the healers‘ station. Inside the room.

Inside the ward, the worker, who I’d assumed was deep in sleep–his wolf dormant for recovery–suddenly snapped his eyes open.

There was no hint of sleep–addled confusion in his cloudy eyes. Lyra, my own wolf, felt a sudden prickle of unease across my soul as if sensing a foul scent from afar.

Instead, a strange, flickering, eerie blue light gleamed from his pupils.

He slowly sat up, his movements stiff and unnatural, like a pup controlled by a puppeteer’s strings. Then his feet hit the floor. With an unsettling, deliberate slowness, he shuffled towards the heavy ward door and pulled it open.

He shuffled out of the room, then walked to the corridor window and pushed it open with a strength that shouldn’t belong to a wounded wolf.

It was the sixteenth floor. The moment the window opened, the mountain wind howled in, whipping his hospital gown around him like a frantic, ghostly shroud–an omen of the Full Moon Curse or something worse.

His face was a complete blank, devoid of any human or wolf expression.

There was no fear, no hesitation, nothing but a chilling resolve as he climbed onto the windowsill.

Then came the sound.

A dull, heavy impact tore through the Sanctum’s midnight silence, a sound of breaking bone and crushed spirit that would echo in my mind for a long

time.

Immediately after, a wave of uncontrollable howls and commotion erupted from the grounds below, raw with terror.

The healers and sentinels on duty burst from their stations, only to let out horrified gasps of their own, the full weight of the tragedy hitting their pack

instincts.

“A wolf has fallen!”

“Someone jumped from the tower!”

Across from the building, in a discreet parking spot shadowed by the trees, a black armored transport sat parked.

A window rolled down, and a hand holding a Howlnet projector emerged, openly filming the chaos.

By the next day, several trending frequencies had exploded across the Howlnet.

#FireApothecary: Gross Negligence, ‘Rescued‘ Wolf Jumps to His Death#

#MedicalMiracleOrAncient Sorcery?#

#Exposing IsabellaMiller’sBloody Capital

I saw that each of these trending topics had a mental projection video attached beneath it.

It was the same video from last night, the one showing the worker’s desperate leap from the Sanctum window.

The accompanying articles were pure sensationalism, written with such dramatic flair and inflammatory language that they went viral across every pack territory almost instantly.

I could only imagine the pandemonium erupting in our PR department at the Fire Apothecary.

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Just then, Faye burst into my office, her Howlnet tablet clutched in her hand, sweat beading on her forehead.

“Isabella,” she gasped, her voice tight with panic, the public outcry across the territories is completely out of control! Shouldn’t we be doing something right now 25

1 however, remained perfectly calm my wolf Lyra was pacing, but my mind was a fortress of ice.

No

Faye blinked, staring at me as if I’d just spoken a foreign dialect.“Huh?”

“Issue an official statement,” I commanded. “Jack Brook isn’t dead; he’s only injured, and we’ll take full responsibility. All information circulating on the Howlnet is baseless, and our pack reserves the right to pursue Ancient Pact adjudication against anyone spreading false rumors.*

Faye looked utterly bewildered. Her expression practically screamed, That’s it?

“But…. wouldn’t this just provoke more outrage from the other clans?” Faye asked, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Just do as I say,” I stated, my voice leaving no room for argument, vibrating with a subtle Alpha command.

Faye acknowledged with a quiet “Yes,” and then turned to carry out my instructions.

Ten minutes later, Fire Apothecary’s official rebuttal was posted to the Howlnet.

The moment that announcement went live, it was like a dam broke. The mental links erupted in an endless torrent of ridicule and curses, washing over me and Spark Pharma.

“Seriously? This is their big debunk?” rogue wolves scoffed, their mental projections searing.

“She’s desperate! Look at her panic! The Alpha elites are finally showing their true colors, resorting to threats!” The hate was relentless.

The public outcry wasn’t just festering; it was spiraling completely out of control. It felt like I was losing my grip on the pack’s favor.

Then, right at the stroke of midnight, just when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse, a new wave hit.“Justice Howl,” an investigative agitator with millions of followers on the Howlnet, started a live stream.

The title of his stream, stark against the dark background, screamed:“Exposing the Corrupt Sanctum.” My stomach clenched.

“Alright, folks!” his voice boomed, filling the silent room through my device.“Today, I, ‘Justice Howl,‘ am going to expose a bloody, brutal truth for all of you!” I braced myself, a cold dread seeping into my bones.

The “Exposing the Black–Hearted Sanctum” livestream was already underway. I watched a man, ordinary in appearance but with a wild, almost frantic gleam in his eyes, speaking passionately into the projector.

Behind him, the imposing stone entrance to the City Healing Sanctum loomed.

“Right inside the building behind me,” he declared, his voice rising, “an innocent life, crushed by the oppression of the Alpha class, was driven to a desperate end!”

He was clearly worked up, his voice raw and ragged with emotion, practically snarling.

“His name is Jack, forty–two years old,” the streamer’s voice boomed.“His kin live in a remote mountain territory, and he’s the sole provider for the litter! He came to the Washington Packlands to work, solely to earn gold for his ailing mother–wolf’s medical treatment and his pup’s pack–school tuition!”

The streamer, calling himself “Justice Howl,” shoved a printed ID photo right into the camera lens.

The he–wolf in the photo looked honest, almost naive.

The live stream chat instantly exploded with mental pings.

“Oh the Great Wolf, this is heartbreaking! He had elderly wolves and young pups to support!”

“Fire Apothecary can go to the abyss! Isabella Miller can go to the abyss!”

These Alphas are heartless! They treat human lives as expendable!”

As he watched the comments scroll by at lightning speed, “Justice Howl” let a smirk of triumph play on his lips.

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“Now, I’m going to speak for him! I’m going to clear his name! I’m going to get him justice before the Council

The chat flooded with praise for him again.

“Fire Apothecary thought he was hidden away, that no one would find him. But now I’m going to take you all his story to light!”

By then, he stood at the entrance to the Chamber of the Fallen–the morgue.

The location itself–mysterious, morbid, and thrilling for the pack members–combined with the inherent notoriety of the event garnered even attention.

The viewer count in the live stream began to skyrocket at an alarming rate.

Fifty thousand. One hundred thousand. Two hundred thousand!

Meanwhile, at Fire Apothecary, in my office.

Faye reported the situation to me.

“Isabella, this Justice Howl‘ guy is insane! He’s going to the Chamber of the Fallen to film dead pack members!”

Faye’s face was flushed crimson, her anger palpable. I could smell the scent of scorched earth from her frustration. He’s a ghoul, preying on the pack’s grief!”

His actions were absolutely bottomless, utterly devoid of any wolf–like honor.

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