Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 635

Chapter 635.

I could practically feel the icy glare Julia must have leveled at that rogue back–alley healer, her wolf’s hackles rising even in its weakened

state.

Then, I pictured her, suddenly springing to her feet, snatching the leather bag of gold from the floor, and storming out of that clinic without a backward glance.

There was no doubt in my mind she knew. Fire Pack’s lunar–nanobots were his only hope.

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I knew what she must have been thinking, what she’d probably been wondering for months: Why had I pushed the development of those lunar–nanobots so hard within the pack?

The answer was obvious to her, I’m sure: for Grayson!

And deep down, I knew, even if she hated to admit it, I was the only Alpha who could cure him.

I knew Julia would never humble herself enough to beg me for salvation, and frankly, I wouldn’t have offered it. As the Luna, I had standards to uphold.

As for Grayson? He probably wished her dead or cast out as a rogue. He wouldn’t lift a finger to help her either.

I pictured her then, stumbling aimlessly through the grimy, chaotic alleys of the Rogue Bazaar.

She must have felt the cold grip of the Abyss already closing in.

The blood–decay would slowly transform her into an immobile shell, condemning her to watch her own wolf–nature wither until her last breath. I imagined the horror of that thought eating at her he–wolf.

And then, the venomous question must have surfaced: Why should I get to live a good life as a powerful Luna, while she faced such a gruesome end as a rotting outcast?

A bitter, humorless laugh, I imagined, escaped her lips.

No.

She couldn’t bear the thought of my happiness. She wouldn’t allow it.

And more than anything, she wouldn’t let Grayson forget her.

A dark, malicious thought, like a poisonous wolfsbane seed, must have broken through the soil of her deepest despair, beginning to grow wildly.

If she couldn’t have him, then she would possess his legacy in another way.

Love could make someone remember you, but so could hate.

The ultimate solution, in her twisted mind: Eliminate me.

One deranged thought after another must have erupted in her mind, a torrent of madness that made her eyes glow a sickly, flickering yellow.

It echoed repeatedly in her mind, growing clearer and more resolute with each pass.

Yes!

Kill Isabella!

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Even if she died, she’d drag the Silvermoon Luna down to hell with her.

The thought galvanized Julia’s scattered mind, giving it an instant, razor–sharp focus.

A plan began to take shape in her mind.

Mertu

The Green Clan estate.

I could almost picture Aurora, effortlessly elegant, sipping her blood–berry tea, a faint, chilling curve playing on her lips as she typed commands into her telepathic comm–slate. It was exactly the kind of calculated move I’d expect from a high–ranking she–wolf of her

stature.

What I didn’t know then–what Julia herself was utterly oblivious to–was that Aurora had already implanted those mind–controlling nanobots inside her.

I knew, deep down, that Aurora saw Grayson and me as a dangerous threat to the Green Clan’s expansion. She’d want us gone, but she was far too cunning to ever dirty her own claws.

And that, I realized with a sickening lurch, was precisely why Julia would become her perfect weapon now.

I could practically hear the faint click of the comm–link connecting, picturing her, cold and poised, setting her twisted plan in motion.

I could almost hear the words she’d whisper into the telepathic range, sharp and chilling:“Keep following her.”

“Whatever she’s planning, ‘help‘ her along. Make sure it goes off without a hitch.”

“Yes, Luna,” the voice on the other end would respond.

Aurora hung up the link, gently swirling the dark tea in her cup. The crimson liquid caught the light, resembling the lifeblood of a fallen

Alpha.

Julia, desperate and armed with her gold, quickly found a few ruthless rogue mercenaries on the black market.

They were feral wolves, doing jobs for gold and asking no questions of the Wolf Covenant.

But if they thought coming after me would be easy, they were sorely mistaken.

Miller. The Alpha–head of Fire Pharmaceuticals. The fated–mate–to–be of the Smith family. A core figure with dual, formidable pack identities. I realized then that my security wasn’t just tight; it was absolutely impenetrable, a fortress of Beta guards around me with no visible cracks.

Julia had been sending rogues after me for days, hounding my every move across the territory, but I was always a step ahead. I’d become a ghost, impossible to pin down. She hadn’t been able to get close enough to even catch my scent, let alone corner me.

Every single time, I was just swept away, always surrounded by an impenetrable shield of Alpha–trained bodyguards.

I could practically feel Julia’s frustration festering, morphing into a dangerous anxiety with every failed attempt to get to me. Her wolf was likely pacing in a frenzy.

And she could feel it–the relentless weakness in her body, deepening its hold with every passing day, the Atrophy claiming her limbs. She was afraid that she’d be bedridden and unable to shift before she could even get her revenge.

Just as she was nearing despair, a piece of news “unexpectedly” reached the ears of the leader of the rogues she’d hired.

“Heard about it? Ms. Isabella from Fire Pharma has a peculiar habit.”

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“Every Friday afternoon, she goes alone to that abandoned sacred grove on the city’s outskirts, supposedly to find some design inspiration for the new pack–totems.”

“At that time, she leaves all her bodyguards outside the grove’s boundary and goes in by herself.”

I can only imagine that news hit Julia like a sudden ray of moonlight in her suffocating darkness, instantly igniting a desper dangerous hope.

She swallowed the information they fed her, whole, without a sliver of doubt.

Maybe the nanobots in her head had already blurred her judgment, simplifying her predatory thoughts to the point of recklessne

I’d later discover Julia had personally staked out the area, confirming my vehicle would be there every Friday afternoon.

Any lingering doubts she might have harbored were gone.

That Friday afternoon arrived.

The abandoned sacred grove on the city’s outskirts was a scene of utter desolation, overgrown with wild wolfsbane and crumbling

stone altars in decay.

Julia and a few desperate criminals had been lying in ambush, hidden behind a thicket of thorns right by the entrance.

Julia’s hands were clenched so tightly, her already weakened grip trembling even more violently from the sheer force of her suppressed

shift.

Every second stretched on, heavy and slow.

Then, a black Bentley–class pack vehicle slowly pulled up, stopping right at the grove’s entrance.

The vehicle door opened.

I stepped out of the vehicle.

Today, I wore an ivory trench coat, my long hair cascading around my shoulders, creating an aura of cool Alpha detachment.

I watched her–myself–lean towards the vehicle, murmuring something to the Beta bodyguard inside. Then, she straightened up, leaving him behind at the border, and headed alone for the grove’s dilapidated iron gate.

This was it.

What I didn’t know then was that Julia had been biding her time in this very grove for an entire week, a ghost no one had managed to

scent.

I could feel her coiled tension, a predator biding her time. She was waiting for me to let my guard down, for a single moment of weakness. The second I relaxed, I knew she’d launch herself at me.

I caught a sound, my steps faltered, and I started to turn, my wolf Nyra sensing the sudden spike in hostile pheromones.

It was already too late!

A hand clamped a rag, already soaked in a concentrated lunar–suppressant drug, over my mouth!

I struggled violently, my wolf trying to surface to fight back, but the drug was too strong-

Julia let out a crazed, low laugh, her voice a whisper right in my ear, smelling of rot and gold:

“Isabella, long time no see.

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The moment I saw her face, my struggles froze.

I didn’t panic. I wasn’t afraid. Instead, I simply stared back at Julia, a strange calm settling over me. It felt surreal, as if the she–wolf being tied up wasn’t even me.

But Julia, completely lost in her own world of madness, didn’t seem to notice any of it.

The world spun, then dissolved into black. I was a dead weight, dragged across the rough ground, my wolf forced into a deep, chemical slumber, utterly powerless.

Just before she dragged me fully out of the grove, a heavy, rough hood was yanked over my head, stealing the last sliver of moonlight and plunging me into absolute, suffocating black.

Out past the

grove gates, I was roughly shoved into the stale–smelling confines of what had to be a transport van.

With the hood pulled over my head, I knew they couldn’t see my face, or even begin to guess my lineage.

They were just muscle, paid to do a job, and they didn’t waste a second. Several of the rogues roughly shoved me into the van that had been waiting.

The van door slammed shut with a sickening thud, kicking up a cloud of dust as it sped away, disappearing down the forest road.

Julia, on her own, wouldn’t have had the resources to find muscle like this. I knew instantly that Aurora must have been the one who arranged them.

Later, I’d come to know that, on a nearby road, one of Aurora’s people had lowered their binoculars and made a telepathic call.

“Luna, they’ve got her.”

“Good.”

I must have been unconscious, because the first thing I registered was the relentless jolting and bumping of the van. The jarring ride finally ended with a sudden lurch, and I knew we’d stopped beneath an abandoned sea–cliff lighthouse, perched precariously on a cliff at the territory edge.

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