Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 641

I later learned of Jack’s chilling report to Grayson via the pack’s secure telepathic link:“Alpha Grayson, the fish has taken the bait.”

Grayson’s expression, I can only assume, was cold and ruthless when he simply replied, “Good. Execute the plan.”

Jack hesitated, and I could almost hear him ask through the mind—link, “Does… touching her count as a pack–related injury?”

A low, predatory chuckle, I imagine, escaped Grayson’s throat.

His reply was curt:“It does.”

I pictured tears of both gratitude and humiliation streaming down Jack’s face. To an Omega or a low–ranking wolf, being forced to touch a disgraced Beta like Emily was a stain on their very essence.

Grayson continued, “And you don’t have to look so wronged. I’ll give you some nanobots–the Silvermoon Pack’s latest biological tech. They’ll create an illusion for her, so shell just accept it as fact.”

Jack immediately retorted, his voice filled with righteous indignation, “No! She’s not worthy of using the Luna’s nanobots!”

Those are the Silvermoon Pack’s nanobots.”

That removed any burden from Jack. Waste deserved only waste!

Late one night, when Alpha Lee was out on a business trip to a neighboring territory,

Emily, dragging her bruised and battered she–wolf body, must have found the servants rters where Jack lived.

She said nothing, only watched him with empty, pleading eyes. Her inner wolf was silent, too broken to even snarl. Jack pulled Emily into an embrace. The thought alone churned my stomach, knowing he had to leaned in for a kiss, he quickly produced the syringe filled with nanobots and injected her, taking her completely under his control through her very fight down his own biological revulsion. Just as she bloodstream.

He was drenched in a cold sweat, his wolf bristling, having barely kept himself from being utterly compromised by her desperate scent.

And on that tiny bed, I knew Emily finally experienced a touch free from violence, a tenderness she hadn’t known since her exile from the Silvermoon Pack. It must have felt like a dream after all she’d endured.

His actions were clumsy, almost tentative, betraying an underlying nervousness.

But despite his clumsiness, his touch was gentle.

Emily greedily drank in that tenderness, as if, in its presence, she could finally wash away all the pain and humiliation that had festered inside her since the Blood Bond Dissolution.

It was an escape, a raw release she’d been starving for.

And so, she started seeking Jack out, often in the dead of night, slipping through the shadows of the Lee estate.

In him, she searched for the lost fragments of her own humanity, for any echo of the Beta she once was.

She truly believed her secret visits were perfectly hidden from the pack’s senses, convinced this stolen warmth, fragile as it was, could be hers forever. But she was wrong.

Alpha Lee had eyes and scents everywhere in that villa.

Her frequent visits to Jack’s room had already been captured, clear as day, by pinhole cameras!

To him, she was just a plaything he’d bought with pack resources, something not even worthy of being called a wolf, yet she dared to cheat on him

behind his back!

Dared to cuckold an Alpha!

“Bang!

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Alpha Lee kicked open the servant’s room door.

Inside, Emily was naked, her body contorting in strange, ecstatic poses under the influence of the nanobots, while Jack stood in the farthest corner of the room, eyes squeezed shut.

He couldn’t bear to look at her.

Seeing the scene, the rage on Alpha Lee’s face suddenly twisted into a vicious smile.

You’re Alpha Grayson’s man? Ha, Grayson just needs to say the word if he wants to ruin her. Why bother sending someone else?”

Others aren’t as good an actor as I am. For her to believe in that glimmer of hope in the darkest abyss, it still needs a touch of ‘genuine emotion. Only when that last ray of sunshine is utterly extinguished, that’s when life truly becomes worse than death.”

Alpha Lee gave a thumbs–up.”

1. p. “Brilliant!”

Jack just smiled without a word. In truth, he didn’t quite grasp the cruelty himself, but his Alpha had given these instructions.

“She’s all yours now. You know what to do next.”

Alpha Lee nodded profusely. “I know, I know. Leave the rest to me!”

Jack stripped off his shirt, acting the part. With a nod from Alpha Lee, the pack bodyguards stepped forward, seized his arms, and hauled him out to maintain the charade.

I could almost hear Jack’s desperate pleas, ringing hollow in the suffocating silence.“Alpha Lee! Please, let me go!”

Emily must have slowly come back to herself then, the nanobot illusion fading as Jack’s screams died away in the distance. I pictured her seeing Alpha Lee at the doorway, the blood draining from her face.

Her voice, I imagined, was a mere whisper. “Alpha… Alpha Lee…”

Terror must have seized her, freezing her in place, her body trembling like a leaf caught in an autumn gale. Her wolf let out a final, pathetic whimper before retreating into the dark.

In that instant, she must have known it. She was utterly finished.

Alpha Lee’s face contorted into a monstrous, twisted smile as he advanced, step by slow, deliberate step.

“Good… This is just wonderful!” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

It was a voice that sounded like it clawed its way straight from the underworld.

“It seems I’ve been too good to you,” he continued, “giving you the strength to go steal men from under my nose.”

His gaze was locked on Emily, a raw, overflowing brutality in his eyes.

“Did 1 mistreat you?”

Emily shook her head, a desperate, frantic movement. “I didn’t… I…”

“Heh, today I’ll let you know the consequences of a mere plaything betraying its owner!”

Alpha Lee waved to the bodyguards outside the door. They came in, grabbed Emily by her hair, and brutally dragged her outside into the center of the

estate.

I knew this torment was different, more prolonged, more savage than anything Emily had endured before.

Lee was using every vile, humiliating method he could conjure to utterly demolish her spirit.

He was determined to make her pay the most agonizing price imaginable for her “betrayal.”

Her mind, I could tell, was completely shattering under the crushing weight of the extreme pain and fear. Her wolf essence was being torn apart.

She drifted between terrifying lucidity and utter madness.

When she was lucid, the agony was excruciating. I could see the unbearable memories and boundless humiliation flood her, utterly consuming her, making her wish for the Great Spirit to take her.

When the delirium took over, she would giggle foolishly, then cry, sometimes even talking to the moon in thin air.

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Sometimes, in her delirium, she’d babble, as if reliving a past where she was the proud Beta of the Silvermoon Pack, brilliant and universally adored. She’d talk about winning prestigious pack design awards and even the highest international medical accolades from the Council.

In her delirium, she would babble about a life that never was: the comfortable Miller heiress, married to a handsome Alpha husband, living a blissful life with adorable, brilliant pups.

Then, a raw scream would tear from her throat, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this!”

Only when Emily was utterly broken, her wolf spirit teetering on the edge of death, did Alpha Lee finally wave a dismissive hand, as if she were a piece

of trash.

“Get rid of her,” he ordered, his voice laced with cold disgust. “Don’t let her die here in the villa; it’s bad luck for the pack. Just dump her anywhere!”

The two bodyguards exchanged a knowing glance, then dragged Emily, a broken mess, into the transport like a dead dog.

The transport, I knew, would have been racing through the territory’s dark veins, eventually pulling into one of those forgotten, grimy back alleys on the edge of the neutral zone–the kind where screams faded into the night without a trace from the Howlnet.

I knew exactly the kind of place I’d chosen for her–a haven for the city’s homeless rogues and drunken Omegas.

I could almost hear the sickening thud.

The door would have swung open, and I knew Emily was mercilessly shoved out, hitting the cold, filthy ground with a bone–jarring impact.

I imagined Emily’s body, barely covered. A tattered, thin shirt clung to her, doing nothing to hide her exposed, scarred skin.

The transport’s taillights quickly vanished down the alley, snatching away the last flicker of light, leaving her in utter darkness.

Emily lay crumpled beside a pile of garbage, her body bruised and broken. I pictured her eyes unfocused, her mind clearly clouded by pain and shock.

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