Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642.

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A jolt of pure terror shot through me. My eyes snapped open, wide with a raw, primal fear, and I instinctively recoiled, desperate to escape. My wolf clawed at the edges of my consciousness, her hackles raised in a defensive snarl against the fading nightmare.

Dont… don’t come closer…” A whisper, barely audible, tore from my throat.

My voice, hoarse and broken, was a pathetic whimper, like a frightened kitten. It offered no deterrence; instead, it seemed to ignite a twisted desire in the rogue he–wolves, a hunger for cruelty that spiked their dark pheromones.

“Don‘ be scared, little girl. We’re gonna take good care of you…”

A filthy hand reached for my face.

A scream tore from my throat-

I could almost feel the piercing screams tearing through that suffocating darkness of the territory outskirts.

Then, the sickening, abrupt silence as they were brutally cut off.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight–governed by the waning moon–reluctantly pierced the blinds in my own room, I pictured them spilling into that wretched alley too. It was a silent, indifferent witness to the horrors that had unfolded within the Silvermoon Pack’s borders.

Emily was like a broken she–wolf, a doll that had been discarded, lying in a heap of trash. Her vacant eyes stared up at the dismal gray sky, her internal wolf silenced by the trauma.

Her clothes had been torn to shreds.

Her body was covered in fresh wounds and grime, the scent of distress radiating from her.

Sometimes she would suddenly giggle blankly, pointing at the sky and muttering, “I’m a Miller, the eldest daughter… I have so, so much money…*

Other times, she would clutch her head and sob uncontrollably, curling into a fetal position, trembling as her half–shifted claws scraped the pavement.

“Don’t hit me… please… I’ll be good…”

She was gone.

Utterly, irrevocably insane.

An old scavenger passing by saw her state and sighed. He picked a relatively intact, though tattered, jacket from a nearby bin and threw it over her. Another she–wolf, a kind–faced lady, managed to put some pants on her, but the next day, they were gone–stripped off her, vanished, no one knew by which rogue.

The woman sighed again,“Oh, the

poor thing.”

But then I heard others say, “Don’t be so quick to pity. Maybe she racked up too much bad kakma in a past life, and this is just her reaping what she sowed under the Ancient Wolf Pact now.”

Emily didn’t seem to understand their words. Or perhaps she did, but the madness had such a grip on her, she just couldn’t control her animal instincts anymore.

During the day, she wandered the streets of the pack territory like a ghost, a hollowed–out shell.

When hunger gnawed at her, she’d rummage through garbage bins.

Thirsty, she’d stoop to drink from puddles on the roadside.

At night, she’d find a corner to curl up in, but it was never enough. She was always found by he–wolves from the shadows, males with nowhere else to

unleash their raw, brutal desires.

They didn’t care that she was broken, that her mind had snapped.

They only saw a she–wolf who was pretty enough.

And that was all they needed.

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On that street, she was reduced to nothing more than a public plaything. Any he–wolf felt utterly entitled to approach her, to unleash their frustrations.

She no longer resisted, or maybe, she simply no longer knew how to.

Her world had shrunk to nothing but a haze of chaos and numbness.

Then one day, her belly slowly began to swell.

many he–wolves had touched her, the father of the pup was anyone’s guess.

Fire Pharmaceuticals, seventh basement level.

This was the Miller Pack’s most crucial S–level laboratory, heavily guarded by Alpha sentinels, an impenetrable fortress.

Julia was pinned to a specialized medical bed, her body utterly immobile. Even the slightest twitch of her eyeballs was a monumental effort.

I stood before the console, my hands steady as I manipulated the nanobots, meticulously extracting neurons from Julia’s body for the upcoming Blood–Core Replacement.

Target neurons located.”

Initiating extraction.”

The cold directives echoed in my mind, vibrating through the telepathic link of the lab.

On the medical bed, Julia’s body convulsed violently. My wolf shifted restlessly under my skin, sensing the Alpha–level agony radiating from her.

I watched her body seize up, slick with sweat, as the pain of her neurons being stripped away visibly wracked her.

She couldn’t resist, couldn’t cry out. She couldn’t even manage a pained expression.

She could only lie there, eyes wide, enduring this violation and slow torture that seemed to tear at

Immense fear and humiliation seemed to consume her entirely.

Time slipped by.

I could feel fine beads of sweat breaking out on my own forehead.

Finally, I opened my eyes and removed my goggles.

her

very soul.

I walked over to the instrument and retrieved a sealed, low–temperature storage unit, no bigger than a fingernail, filled with a pale blue culture medium containing the viral essence.

I shook my head, handing the container to the waiting researcher beside me. “Perform an activity analysis and cell culture immediately,” I instructed. “I want them in their most perfect state within 24 hours.”

Yes, Ms. Miller!”

The researcher took the container, cradling it like a priceless artifact, and carefully carried it into the sterile operating room.

“The

surgery

is scheduled for 8 AM the day after tomorrow,” I said, laying out the plan for the Blood–Core Replacement. Faye immediately responded, “Alright, I’ll inform him right away.”

A strange feeling pricked at me, my wolf sniffing the air for a scent of deception. “What has he been so busy with lately?”

I saw a flicker of panic in Faye’s eyes, her gaze darting away.“Well, the Miller Clan Holdings is a huge enterprise, and he hasn’t handled pack business affairs in ages. Of course, he’s bound to be busy for a while, ha–ha–ha…”

I narrowed my eyes at her. Really?”

Caught under my Alpha stare, Faye’s guilt was palpable. She quickly said, “I’ll go inform him now. Wouldn’t want to delay the treatment.”

With that, she practically fled the lab.

Faye was gone in a flash.

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Her retreating figure looked as panicked as if a superior Alpha were hot on her heels.

I stood rooted to the spot, a slight frown creasing my brow.

Something wasn’t right.

Fave, Grayson’s most capable Beta assistant, was known for her unwavering composure and sharp efficiency, the kind of she–wolf who remained unterly unflappable even in the face of a Blood War.

But just now, the way she’d dodged my questions, her hurried, panicked words–they screamed she was hiding something from me.

They absolutely were hiding something from me!

Instead of heading straight into the lab, I turned, my steps silent, and followed Faye, masking my pheromones.

Fave practically ran out of Fire Pharmaceuticals, and only then did she reach for her telepathic relay to make a connection on the Howlnet.

The connection didn’t go through, and I could see the anxiety tightening her shoulders.

She quickly checked Grayson’s schedule on her device, then climbed into her transporter.

She drove out to the suburbs of the Silvermoon territory, and I followed in my own transporter.

Once we reached the outskirts, the telepathic traffic should have thinned out, making it harder to follow without being sensed.

But for some reason, the road was unusually busy with other pack members.

I tailed Faye, keeping two transporters between us.

But I found myself wondering, shouldn’t Faye be looking for Grayson? Why was she out here?

What was Faye doing all the way out here?

Faye’s transporter pulled up in front of a massive open–air garden.

And at the end of the garden stood a massive circular glass Pavilion, the Grand Pack Hall, easily big enough for hundreds.

Right then, people were already streaming in and out, their figures a blur of motion.

Using the cover of the plants and flowers, I crept closer, my wolf’s senses heightened.

I saw Faye directing a team of workers, bustling about, setting up the venue.

But the sight before me stopped me dead in my tracks.

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