Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 636

Chapter 636.

The line went dead with a sharp click, leaving an echoing silence in the heavy air of the Alpha’s transport.

I knew Grayson wouldn’t flinch. Not him. He’d probably just toss his comm–link onto the passenger seat, his perfect, merciless Alpha face utterly devoid of any hint of panic or anger. My wolf, Nyra, though suppressed by the drugs Julia had used, could feel the distant vibration of his predatory intent through our fraying bond.

And Faye, standing by his side as his loyal Beta, would be feeling the air drain from the cabin, the temperature plummeting to absolute zero just from his chilling composure. Her own wolf would be bowing its head in the presence of such raw, cold power.

I could practically hear her breath catch, her voice a careful whisper.“Alpha, Ms. Isabella, she…”

Grayson didn’t even glance at Faye, his gaze locked straight ahead on the dark road leading to the coast. The moment his thin lips parted, every word he uttered carried an icy, murderous intent that would make even a rogue wolf’s blood run cold.

“Find her.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Notify all three divisions–coastal scouts, terrestrial trackers, and avian sentries. Seal off the entire Harbor Territory immediately. Not even a single stray pup is allowed to escape.”

Faye’s pupils constricted sharply.

A complete lockdown by sea, land, and air! To mobilize the pack’s entire enforcer wings for one she–wolf–the sheer scale of it sent a cold dread through my soul.

This would send shockwaves through the Wolf Covenant; I knew it.

“Understood!”

Faye didn’t dare hesitate for a second and immediately relayed the orders through the telepathic Howlnet channels.

“Also, find out who’s ‘helping‘ her from the shadows. Find out which clan provided those suppressants.”

Grayson scoffed. He never believed an idiot like Julia could orchestrate a kidnapping of a Silvermoon Alpha.

She was merely a pawn.

A foolish, poisoned blade handed to someone else by a rival pack.

He wouldn’t just break this blade; he’d hunt down the one who handed it over and crush their paws, inch by agonizing inch! “Understood!” Faye acknowledged the order and immediately began execution, her mind–link humming with activity. Grayson said no more. He restarted the heavy engine, and the black Cullinan–class transport roared off like a silent, vengeful beast through the night.

The cliffside lighthouse in the Harbor Territory.

The sea wind, laden with salty, damp air and the scent of churning kelp, howled furiously.

Julia stood at the very top of the stone lighthouse, letting the gale—force winds whip her long hair around her face. Her expression held a look of sickly, maniacal pleasure, her scent distorted by the Atrophy and madness.

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In the earpiece, the cold, dipped reports from the tracker continued

“Target locked. No possibility of escape from the diffside

Then, the vehicle door opened as the base of the lighthouse

A tall, commanding figure stepped out into the wind.

My breath hitched–a sudden, sharp intake of air.

He really had come alone!

A strange mix of triumph and agony twisted Julia’s features. Her wolf snarled within her, a broken, confused wound

He was here for me. He was risking his Alpha standing for his mate.

Grayson stepped out of the vehicle.

He lifted his gaze to Julia, high above us on the lighthouse gallery.

Julia watched him from above, but there was no sign of the panic she had expected, no sign of the submission she craved

His face remained a blank slate, devoid of anger, urgency, or any extraneous emotion. He looked like the Moon Goddess s

executioner.

“Grayson!”

Julia shrieked his name again, a desperate, broken sound that cracked with raw emotion, her voice shredding in the wind

Her grip tightened on my hair, wrenching my head back, and the sharp dagger pressed deeper into my throat. I felt the bite of the silver–tipped blade as it drew a shallow line of blood across my skin. My wolf, Nyra, let out a silent, pained howl behind the drug–induced veil

“Want to save her? Then you’d better crawl up here on your knees!”

Grayson’s gaze, sharp and unwavering, cut through the sale–spray and distance, landing directly on Julia

Then, without a word, he took the first step onto the long stone ascent

“Kneel! I told you to come up on your knees! Are you deaf?! Do you not understand?!”

Julia shrieked, a furious, desperate sound, her voice shredded by the whipping sea wind.

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Grayson ignored her, his long strides steady as he began to ascend the spiral staircase leading to the top of the use or image heavy step after another.

His footsteps were unhurried, unwavering, echoing with the authority of an Alpha King

Every single one landed squarely on Julia’s already frayed nerves, like the steady bear of a war drum

Julia’s rage and humiliation reached their peak

How

I could almost hear the silent screws of that question in her mind.

ng ascent, his complete disregard for her demands, pushed the rogue she–wolf past her breaking point. I could feel cking her body, in the way her eyes blazed with a raw, humiliated fury that smelled of scorched for

jerk, the seized my hair, wrenching my head back further. The icy blade of the dagger pressed against the throbbing pulse wint in my neck, right over my carotid artery.

Grayson! Do you want Isabella dead?!” she shrieked, her voice thin and desperate. “You think I won’t do it? I swear to the Moon Goddess, I’ll kill her right here, right now!”

Then, the leaned in, her breath hot and rancid with the scent of decay against my ear as she snarled, a low, deranged growl.

See that, Isabella? This is the man you love! He doesn’t give a damn if you live or die! Your life means absolutely nothing compared to

4 pathetic Alpha pride!”

Hahahahaha! You’re so pathetic!”

e so pathetic!”

I felt a sharp sting Com the silver–tipped knife blade pressed against my neck, the metal reacting with my blood.

But my face remed completely calm, betraying, no hint of panic. My wolf was steady now, drawing strength from Grayson’s approaching sence.

I didn’t flinch.

composure, my refusal to fear her, seemed to ignite a fresh, furious blaze within Julia’s mind.

the torment in her eyes, the desperate frustration. Why? she seemed to silently scream.

everyone

look at her that way?

on did it.

if all her hysteria, all her madness, was just a childish, ridiculous farce that didn’t belong in the world of true wolves.

be footsteps grew closer, vibrating through the floorboards of the gallery.

Grayson’s figure appeared around the corner of

was finally here.

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ut breaths picked up speed. Her heart, I realized, must be

* Chapter 636.

julia slowly dragged me backward toward the edge of the railing, her fingers digging into my arm as she yanked me firmly in front her, using my body as her sole shield against the Alpha.

Don’t come any closer! Julia shrieked, her voice sharp with desperation. “If you take another step, I swear I’ll kill her!”

Grayson’s gaze finally shifted my face, settling on Julia.

His eyes were still devoid oth, just cold, predatory indifference.

But I saw it. Whee

aura flaring so

I could

ally landed on the bloody scratch marring my neck, the air around him seemed to plummet, his Alpha as almost visible. Julia, even holding me captive, seemed to revel in that subtle shift of his focus.

eel the twisted satisfaction bloom inside Julia’s wolf at that subtle shift.

1. d. I realized.

ged to hurt the Great Alpha,

mattered to her was that he cared about me enough to show a crack in his armor.

then, in the very next moment, I watched her mood deflate like a punctured lung.

Julia’s voice, when she spoke again, suddenly turned mournful and pathetic, a strange mix of accusation and desperate plea–the sound of a pup begging for a place in a pack that had already cas her out.

“Brother…. half the same blood flows in our veins, doesn’t My birth wasn’t my choice! The Elders, that woman–they orchestrated everything!”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Why do you hate me so much? My en

“I just… I just wanted your an

Her sobs mixed with

couldn’t you ever give me even one smile? Why am I the one with the blood–decay?”

at so hard?”

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