Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 632

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Chapter 632.

“No! Not me! I didn’t!” The frantic denial echoed in my head, a desperate scream that remained silent within the mental link.

I felt his silent, frantic scream, a primal bellow trapped deep inside his he–wolf. His wolf was cowering, tail tucked in the abyss of his subconscious.

He longed to explain, to defend himself, to tell her it had all been an accident. I could feel the raw urgency of his need, the desperation to make his former mate understand. My own wolf, Nyra, paced with a cold, predatory hunger as she watched his mental collapse. But his throat was sealed, like concrete, no sound escaping, and I felt his utter helplessness, his voiceless terror.

He could only watch, powerless, as she drew closer and closer. My own breath hitched with the dread I sensed from him, the metallic tang of fear–pheromones filling the dream–space.

The heavy, metallic scent of blood was suffocating, threatening to choke me along with him.

Just as Sunny’s icy hand was about to touch his face, he lost consciousness. I felt the sudden, blessed relief of oblivion wash over him.

Then, as if waking from a separate nightmare, he opened his eyes again. Sunny was gone.

The scene shifted abruptly. He was in the Alpha’s Sanctum at the Silvermoon Pack’s high estate, a place I knew well.

The very seat he’d occupied for what felt like half his life as the head of the Silvermoon lineage. I could almost feel the weight of that history, heavy and suffocating in its own way.

In the hazy depths of my dream, a little she–pup in a white wolf–fur dress stood silently before the massive floor–to–ceiling windows, her back to me.

My heart lurched.

It was me. Little Isabella.

His pup, Isabella.

A desperate thought pierced through the dream: Saved!

She’d come to save him.

I heard the frantic cry, “Isabella! Isabella, save your

dad!”

The voice, filled with an almost unbearable urgency, seemed to strain against the dream’s fabric, reaching out to that small, innocent

back.

Slowly, the little girl turned around.

It was my face, exactly as I remembered it from childhood–innocent, utterly adorable.

But those eyes… they were a bottomless, cold abyss, glowing with an Alpha’s terrifying clarity. There was no trace of childish innocence, only a chilling indifference and a penetrating gaze that felt like a pack–judgement examination.

The desperate plea, I felt, got stuck, choked off before it could fully emerge.

I raised my hand, my gaze fixed on him, and then, with a quiet deliberation, I snapped my fingers.

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The sharp sound cur through the silence like a bone breaking.

I watched as the world around him warped again.

A cascade of scrolls and deeds materialized before Gavin’s eyes: Silvermoon Pack lineage certificates, territory deeds, ancestral ass statements–all the proof of his vast fortune, his dens, his fleet of specialized pack vehicles…

The names on every single one of them–Gavin’s name–shifted, one by one, replacing his with mine.

A choked “No!” tore from his throat.

knew what they represented to him: his pride, the very symbols of his identity and Alpha status.

But then, the next second, a scene unfolded, one designed to rip his wolf to shreds.

High above, the gleaming, silver–leafed runes of “Silvermoon Pack” that crowned the ancestral hall were violently, mercilessly rippe from the stone by an unseen, colossal hand.

CRASH!

The colossal runes smashed

Immediately after, heavy everything inside

Then, the scene

truck, like

d, shattering into a thousand pieces.

trucks rumbled in, one after another, as workers stormed the hall, frantically hauling ou

the telepathic comm–arrays, stacks of scrolls… everything was being violently tossed onto a

at the edges of my dream–consciousness.

r, “Stop! All of you, stop right now!”

Ek sigils began to emerge on the building’s glass facade.

tional Trade Division

ystal–Comms Division

Shipping Division]

his was his life’s work!

It was over! Everything was gone!

Gavin wanted to

Forcing h

But

held him utterly captive in mid–air, forcing him

watch.

niece by agonizing piece, and devoured by the Fire Pack!

e so that exquisitely beautiful small garden within the territory. not far away, a plaintive smile on her face, gazing at him eerily.

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“Why did you kill our pup…?

I didn’t know how many times I’d had this dream, but each time, the nightmare’s torment was unbearable.

“No… no… please… let me go…

His mind was shattering. His wolf was howling in a pathetic, broken pitch.

He was weeping uncontrollably, begging with a humiliation that twisted my gut.

“I was wrong… Isabella, Daddy knows he was wrong. Sunny, I know I was wrong, please, spare me…”

I knew his desperate struggles for answers were met only with a dead, terrifying silence.

The nightmare, it was starting all over again.

A relentless cycle.

Endless.

A high–end nursing home for elders, VIP ward.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the clean, floor–to–ceiling windows, falling gently on a wheelchair.

In the wheelchair, I saw an old he–wolf, his hair white, his face gaunt and wasted.

I watched him, sitting there in his worn–out ritual gown, his eyes vacant and lifeless as he stared blankly out the window toward the Silvermoon borders. He was like a soulless statue, nothing left inside.

A bead of glistening drool slid slowly from the corner of his slack mouth, tracing a wet path to drip onto the blanket covering his chest and spreading into a small, dark stain.

He offered no reaction.

Only, now and then, a low, indistinct gurgle would escape his lips.

“Hoo… hoo…

Nurses hurrying past would quickly skirt around his wheelchair, a look of clear disgust on their faces. No one spared the fallen Alpha a second glance, much less offered assistance.

I saw

Andrew’s

gaze

fixed on Gavin as two stone–faced bodyguards dragged him away like a broken puppet.

I watched him try desperately to shrink himself, hunching deep into the oversized Alpha’s chair, as if he could just dissolve into thin air.

I saw a tremor go through Andrew. He must have heard his father’s final, desperate whimper, choked deep in his throat.

I saw Andrew’s gaze lock with Gavin’s, and I knew, in that gut–wrenching moment, he understood what flickered in Gavin’s eyes: I, Isabella, possessed these same mind–controlling lunar–venom parasites.

He probably thought I was far more insidious, more deeply hidden, than a true lunatic like Julia.

That realization, that creeping terror, must have frozen his wolf solid. He couldn’t even look at Gavin, much less respond to his desperate pleas

His fear of me was a palpable force, radiating off him like a foul pheromone, reaching a terrifying peak.

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His mind, I could practically see it, was a chaotic storm. He didn’t even dare to let himself imagine what might happen if he had injected with those silver–threaded things.

The mere thought of that possibility, I knew, was enough to send a cold, visceral tremor through his spine.

All he wanted now, I realized with a grim satisfaction, was to survive.

I watched Andrew, shrinking into himself, practically radiating a silent plea. He was clearly praying Faye wouldn’t notice him, h that if they just took the pack assets and left, he might still have a chance.

I could almost read the frantic thoughts in his eyes–a desperate plan to run, to flee the territory and never look back.

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