Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 643

Chapter 643.

I watched, hidden just outside the Grand Pack Hall,

Grayson was actually getting all of this ready, completely behind my back, masking his intentions from our telepathic link!

Was this all meant to be a surprise for me?

My heart swelled with an overwhelming, indescribable joy, and my wolf purred deep in my chest, flooded with profound emotion. I pressed a hand to my wildly beating heart, feeling like even my breath tasted sweet, flavored by the intoxicating pheromones of the fated–mate bond.

Since he’d gone to all this trouble to plan a surprise for me, I figured I should pretend I hadn’t seen a thing and make my exit.

I began to tiptoe backward, one careful step after another, keeping my scent suppressed so as not to alert his Alpha senses.

I reached the stairwell door and let out a soft sigh of relief.

Perfect. No one had noticed me.

I quickly spun around, reaching for the cold metal door handle.

But just as my fingers grazed the handle, a low, utterly amused voice drifted from behind me, vibrating with an Alpha’s authority.

“You saw all that, and now you’re trying to sneak away?”

!

My entire body instantly froze. My wolf went still, caught in the headlights of his attention.

That voice…

It was Grayson.

I whipped my head around.

Before I could even take a step, I felt his presence–a heavy, warm pressure in the air–and then realized Grayson was standing silently behind me.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching me with an unhurried, almost amused expression.

His impossibly handsome face was alight with playful teasing, a touch of indulgence, and that triumphant “gotcha” glint that made my stomach flutter

my wolf pace restlessly with excitement.

and

“Y–you… When did you get here?”

My mind went completely blank.

“When you were sneaking around like a little mouse,” Grayson said, taking a slow step toward me.

His steps weren’t fast, but with every deliberate movement, it felt like he was treading right on my heartstrings, his dominant aura expanding to fill the small space.

I instinctively took a step back.

But the cold, unyielding wall of the Pack Hall was right behind me.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

I… I didn’t! I was just passing by!” I blurted, my voice a shaky lie, even as my cheeks flamed crimson, hot enough to feel like they were bleeding. “Passing by?” Grayson’s voice was low, laced with amusement.

He was already standing directly in front of me, his tall Alpha frame casting me entirely in shadow.

He reached out, bracing one hand on the wall beside my head, effectively caging me between his body and the cold surface.

His unique scent–crisp, like a frozen forest, yet powerfully masculine and utterly dominant–swallowed me whole. My wolf leaned into the scent, intoxicated by his pheromones.

“Just passing by, and you’re flushed and your heart’s pounding?”

He leaned down, his warm breath fanning against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine that made my claws want to unsheathe in a reflex of pure

arousal.

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Chapter 643.

“Hmm?*

Just one syllable, but it dripped with a fatal sexiness and an unbearable Alpha pressure.

My legs felt like jelly.

I was so done for.

He’d caught me red–handed!

“Isabella,” Grayson murmured, a low chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. The vibration spread through my body where we were pressed together, settling right into my core. “Pretending you weren’t just admiring me isn’t going to fly.”

He lowered his head, his nose brushing intimately against mine, a tender, possessive gesture common among mates.

Tell me,” he whispered, his voice a low thrum that sent shivers down my spine, “how should I punish you?”

Mena

The word ‘punish” alone was enough to send my heart into an uncontrollable frantic beat again, and my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold me. My wolf whined softly in submission.

Grayson’s hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer until there wasn’t a breath of air between us, and he breathed directly into my ear.

“Last time was just a warning,” he said, his voice laced with a dangerous promise.“If you’re good, it won’t happen again.”

My face flamed, burning even hotter than before, and my ears felt scalded.

Grayson chuckled softly, finally relenting from his teasing. He leaned back in, pressing his lips close to my ear.“Do you like it?”

His voice was a low, seductive rumble, magnetic, like a feather tracing delicately along my earlobe.

I knew he meant the setup for our Blood Bond ceremony in the chapel. I nodded, my voice so soft it was barely a breath. “Mm–hmm.”

“How about we set the Blood Bond ceremony for three days from now?” His fingers traced my lips, his voice soft with affection. “Then, you’ll officially be my Mrs. Grayson.”

I looked up, taking his hand in mine, feeling the spark of our fated connection.

“Before that, though, we need to do the Blood–Core Replacement.”

Grayson raised an eyebrow, a slight question in his eyes.“The neuron extraction was successful?”

I lifted an eyebrow, tilting my chin defiantly, my own Alpha pride showing.“Are you doubting my abilities?”

A low chuckle rumbled from Grayson’s chest. He leaned in and pecked my lips.

“My mistake. I underestimated my Mrs. Grayson.”

I scoffed, a clear sign of my playful displeasure.

Grayson leaned close to my ear.“Or perhaps, Mrs. Grayson, you’d like to punish me instead?”

The word “punish” again. I pushed him away abruptly, rolling my eyes at him, though my wolf was wagging her metaphorical tail.

“It’s just a Blood Bond ceremony; it doesn’t need to be perfect. Leave the less important things to the Betas. You need to focus on getting ready for the Blood–Core Replacement. That’s what matters.”

Even as I said it, I knew the truth: he oversaw every detail himself because he only wanted to give me the very best according to the Ancient Wolf Pact.

I softened my voice again.“The surgery itself only takes an hour, and recovery is about two. It won’t take up much time at all.”

Grayson took my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.“You’re right,” he murmured. “I don’t have to be so hands–on. And you won’t have to cut your surgery time short just to keep us on schedule.”

He was worried I’d burn myself out rushing through the procedures.

We were always thinking of each other, always putting the other first, as fated mates should.

“Alright, I’ve got it.”

We shared a soft, lingering kiss, then pulled apart.

Two days later,

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Inside the operating room at Fire Pharmaceuticals‘ private hospital, the air was thick with tension and the sterile scent of medical–grade wolfsbane

neutralizers.

I stood in my sterile blue scrubs, masked and gloved, with only my clear, focused eyes visible.

On the high–definition screen before me, a live feed displayed the intricate landscape inside Grayson’s brain, the seat of his Alpha power.

The extracted, invisible active neurons floated suspended in a special culture medium, awaiting the Blood–Core Replacement implantation.

Grayson lay on the operating table, and before the heavy wolf–sedative took hold, his gaze met mine, deep and unwavering. “Isabella.”

I’m here.”

I walked to his side and took his hand.

His hand was warm, firm, and reassuring, the hand of my Alpha.

“My life is in your hands.”

He looked at me, his dark eyes brimming with unconcealed trust and a profound dependence.

My heart melted.

I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Mhm”

I had simulated this Blood–Core Replacement countless times in my mind. There would be no room for error.

“When you wake up, it’ll be our Blood Bond.”

A satisfied smile curved Grayson’s lips, and then, he slowly closed his eyes.

The anesthesia kicked in.

The surgery officially began.

“Implant ready.”

“Nanobot guidance program initiated.”

“Connecting to cerebral A–7 nerve bundle…”

My voice was calm and clear in the quiet operating room.

Through intricate programming, I controlled billions of specialized nanobots, carrying out molecular–level construction on his wolf–form biology. They were like the most efficient builders, precisely ‘welding those precious neurons, one by one, onto the damaged neural nodes.

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