Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 633

Chapter 633

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That’s on that he was Julial That crazythewel, Julia, the forced met I’m the victim here! You should be arresting see

He tried to wash his hands of everything, pushing all the blame away like a pathetic Omega caught stealing meat.

The Enforcers just watched him, their expressions stone cold. Two officers moved in, flanking him, and yanked him off the ground. The chilling, metallic click of silver–lined shackles echoed, locking around his wrists. He hissed as the silver burned into his skin, suppressing his wolf’s strength

Julia is also being apprehended,” one of the Enforcers stated, his voice flat “We’ll bring her in, but you won’t escape the High Alpha’s

Andrew thrashed violently, screaming, “Let me go! You hear me? Let me go! I need my Covenant Advocate!”

Vaye, who had been watching silently from the sidelines, finally spoke, her voice slow and deliberate “Oh, I forgot to mention, Mr. Andrew, your pack status has been stripped and you’re deeply in debt to the Council now. You can’t afford an Advocate.”

The Shoe, more than any accusation, broke him.

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All his pride, all his ambition, shattered into a million pieces right before my eyes.

Andrew’s struggles ceased.

It was as if all the life–and the wolf–had been sucked out of him. He let the Enforcers drag him, limp and lifeless, like a dead dog, of the office he’d once been so proud of.

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out

Inside a dark, damp silver–lined dungeon.

Andrew was huddled in a cold corner, and my stomach churned at the mental image of him. He was covered in bruises from the rough handling, his eyes vacant and wide with terror as the silver bars hummed with a low, agonizing frequency.

He lost.

A total, crushing defeat that stripped him bare.

A grating creak pierced the oppressive silence of the dungeon wing.

Then, the heavy iron door of the cell block slowly swung inward.

I knew what came next. A few hulking rogue wolves, their faces a mask of cruel grins and scarred muzzles, sauntered into his cell.

The one leading them, a brute whose face was marred by a jagged silver–burn scar, deliberately cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing, loud and ominous, in the confined space. I could almost hear Andrew’s blood run cold as his wolf whimpered in total submission.

“So, you’re Andrew Miller?” the scar–faced rogue growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the stone.

Andrew trembled, recoiling as much as the tiny cell allowed, his eyes wide with terror.“W–what do you want?” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

“What do we want?” The scar–faced rogue’s grin widened, a predatory gleam in his amber eyes.“Alpha Grayson sent us a special telepathic message. He wants us to give our new ‘friend‘ a proper pack welcome.”

“One of them snarled, ‘He wants you to pay for your sins in here.”

Andrew must have thought, Alpha Miller…

…Grayson!

I could practically feel the weight of those two words, Grayson’s name, on Andrew. It must have felt like the most vicious curse, dragging him straight into a bottomless pit of the Abyss.

That’s when the horrifying truth must have finally dawned on him.

Grayson hadn’t just wanted to ruin his reputation; he wanted him to suffer a fate worse than a final death.

I could almost hear his desperate screams echoing through the dark cell, “No… don’t come any closer! Ahh-!”

His horrific cries must have been quickly swallowed by the oppressive silence of the dungeon.

For Andrew, I knew that place was a hell he’d never escape

from.

I remember when Julia was being escorted toward the neutral territory border from the Green Clan’s estate, she jumped out of the

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transport and made a run for it into the dense forest.

But once she’d escaped, the harsh reality hit her; she had nowhere to go. No pack would take a branded fugitive.

That’s when her thoughts turned to Andrew.

She hoped to find him, just to get some gold or resources to flee.

she arrived at the Voyager Moon–Healing Apothecary branch, the street below was crawling with Howlnet

reporters and

Enforcer vehicles.

Julia’s heart must have lurched, I imagined. Her wolf was likely snarling in panic, sensing the silver nearby.

I couldn’t bring myself to get any closer. Instead, I ducked into a shadowy alleyway on the corner, just barely daring to peek out, my eyes glued to the entrance of the building.

It wasn’t long before I saw him. Andrew. His wrists were shackled in cold silver—lined handcuffs, two Enforcers escorting him out of the building

The swagger that used to define him was gone, replaced by nothing but utter defeat and a profound despair. They roughly shoved him into the back of the patrol vehicle. A second later, the siren wailed to life, and the vehicle shot down the street, disappearing from view.

feel the despair radiating from her like a foul scent. Her world had just imploded.

I looked at Julia, and I could pra

Right then, amidst the m

It was only a glan

wore I

saw

someone’s eyes flick toward the dark mouth of the alley where I was hiding.

A casu

on the verge of collapse, that fleeting glance wasn’t just a coincidence–it was a declaration. She’d been

Sunding with fear, and cautiously stepped out from the alley.

d Andrew’s pack vehicle in the parking lot.

icle. I’d been in it before. And it had a scent–keyed lock–all I had to do was get to it, press the door handle, and I could way into the wild lands!

oser to the vehicle, my eyes darting nervously left and right as I reached for the door.

couldn’t pull it open!

That was going on?

Had Andrew already deleted her scent–access from the pack registry, just like that, after everything went down?

Then she looked down, realizing

I could picture her har

completely alier

What

locked. It wasn’t the vehicle; it was her. She just couldn’t pull it open.

She must have tried to force it, but her hand would have felt weak, limp,

ler wolf felt… dormant. Dead.

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