Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 640

Chapter 639.

Grayson’s long, slender fingers started on the buttons.

One by agonising one.

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Then, slowly, he rolled his sleeves up, exposing the strong, powerful muscles of his forearms, the veins bulging beneath his skin like mountain ridges. He was an Alpha in his prime, and the raw power radiating off him made the very air in the room vibrate,

He did it so incredibly slowly.

Every one of his subtle movements pressed down on me, a thick, suffocating dread. My wolf was pacing frantically behind my ribs, her tail tucked, sensing the sheer scale of the storm brewing within her mate.

His intense stare made my skin prickle, and I scrambled backward, hands and feet fumbling, until my back slammed against the cold headboard of our bed in the Silvermoon manor.

I pushed myself up, a dry swallow catching in my throat, my voice thin and reedy.

“Grayson, can we… can we please talk about this calmly?”

Calmly?

Grayson finally spoke, the corner of his mouth twisting into an ice–cold, humorless curve. His eyes flickered with a dangerous amber light, a sign that his wolf was clawing at the surface.

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“Why weren’t you ‘calm‘ when you handed yourself over to a lunatic, letting her put a silver blade to your throat?”

The words were barely out of his mouth when he lunged, seizing my ankle with the lightning speed of a predator.

“Ah!”

I cried out as he dragged me effortlessly from the headboard all the way to the edge of the bed. I felt small, fragile against his Alpha strength.

I thrashed frantically, feeling like a she–wolf caught by the scruff of her neck, my fate completely out of my

hands.

“You don’t believe me!” I cried, trying desperately to turn the tables, to somehow regain control of the situation through our flickering blood bond. But Grayson’s rage was absolute, and he wasn’t buying my desperate attempt to shift the blame.

“Damn right, I don’t believe you!”

He loomed over me, bracing his hands on either side of my body, trapping me tightly between him and the mattress.

His impossibly handsome face, usually softened with love for me, was now twisted with pure rage and a terrifying madness, a desire to consume me whole. His pheromones were heavy, dark, and overwhelming, flooding my senses until I could barely think.

In his

eyes, I saw a terrifying possessiveness, a mad desire to swallow me whole, to hide me away in the deepest part of the Silvermoon territory, to keep me compliant and utterly his.

“I’m so sorry, please…”

I looked into his bloodshot eyes, and my voice instantly softened, my own eyes welling up with a warm mist.

Tm so sorry, Grayson… I made you worry…”

But Grayson’s eyes held nothing but a thick, suffocating blend of raw obsession and possessiveness.

I’d rather rot away, wasting away in this sick body, than ever see a single hair on your head harmed.” “Do you understand?”

Before the words fully left his lips, he lunged down, crushing his mouth onto mine.

The reckoning I’d dreaded had finally begun.

But it wasn’t any kind of punishment I’d imagined.

Instead, it was a kiss overflowing with fury, fear, and the frantic ecstasy of having his fated mate back.

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This kiss was punitive, fierce and heavy, laced with a raw, predatory possessiveness that stole every ounce of air from my lungs. His wolf was front and center now, demanding total submission.

He was an uncontrolled beast, confirming my existence in the most primal way possible.

Confirming I was still alive.

His kiss left me dizzy, breathless, my head spinning.

I tasted a faint metallic tang of blood on my lips.

But I didn’t push him away.

I fumbled, wrapping my arms around his taut neck, desperate to meet his intensity. My wolf let out a long, low whine of surrender, finally giving in to the Alpha’s claim.

The fury and fear that had fueled his kiss began to twist, shifting into a tempest of raw, undeniable desire that roared between our lips, a fire fueled by the lunar cycle.

And then, I felt Grayson’s last thread of control finally snap.

He roughly tore open the buttons of my trench coat.

The sound of the fabric tearing was jarringly loud in the silent bedroom.

His lips left mine, tracing a fiery path downward, his burning kisses branding my neck, still bearing the faint marks of blood from that silver dagger.

His heavy, ragged breaths mingled with his voice,

“Isabella, if there’s a next time… I’ll lock

His icy threat, laced with his scorching

I shivered uncontrollably.

won’t be going anywhere!”

and

Py against

ear.

bed.

poured over my sensitive earlobe.

A soft ‘Mmm‘ escaped my lips.

The bloodied mark on my neck was repeatedly instantly shot through every fiber of my being. As a he–wolf, he was i with his own pheromones.

ked by his warm lips and

A faint stinging, mixed with an indescribable, delicious tingle, trying to lick the wound clean, to overwrite the scent of the enemy

“Grayson… don’t…”

My voice was shattered, barely recognizable, a desperate sob

caught

in

my throat, sounding like a plea.

But my weak whimper didn’t stop him. Instead, it was like a catalyst, making the madness in his eyes blaze even hotter.

Too late,” he rasped.

He buried his head in my neck, his touch intensifying. It was as if he was trying to brand me, to leave an indelible mark that was solely his, a physical manifestation of our blood bond.

He meant to blot out that bloodied line.

It felt like he intended to use his very presence, his breath, to completely drown out those painful memories of mine.

His surging, irrational possessiveness crashed over me, shattering my last vestiges of reason.

I was powerless to resist, a helpless boat tossed in a violent storm, rising and falling, trembling with the colossal waves he stirred up.

His kiss, a wildfire, blazed from my neck and scorched its way downward.

Every inch it touched burst into flame.

The air around us thickened, growing hotter, charged with a dangerous intimacy that only fated mates could share,

I felt him claiming me, mercilessly, in a way that was entirely his own.

He would punish my disobedience, my brazen defiance of the Pack Council’s safety, with the most intimate form of torture.

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He wanted my body to remember this lesson, profoundly.

To make me understand the depths of his fury, his madness.

His broad, calloused palm swept over my trembling skin, eliciting wave after wave of shivers.

This wasn’t a tender caress.

Instead, it was a raw, furious control, possessive and absolute. There was no refusing it, no escaping it.

My mind was utterly gone, a complete blur.

I couldn’t think. Not a single coherent thought.

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