Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645.

His clothes were disheveled, as if he’d just rushed here after a long journey across the rogue territories, the scent of travel and dust still clinging to him.

He was tall, his frame as solid as a mountain oak, with rugged features that spoke of a high–ranking Alpha. And those eyes… hawk–like, they were fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch. My wolf bared her teeth at the intruder, her hackles rising at the scent of an unfamiliar Alpha challenging our territory.

He stood below the stage, his gaze locking with Grayson’s, his presence just as commanding, not yielding an inch. The pheromonal tension radiating between them was thick enough to choke the air, even up here on the platform.

A collective gasp rippled through the Grand Hall, followed by a confused murmur that quickly grew into a roar of shock.

What was happening? The question hung heavy in the stunned silence that followed, then seemed to echo in every single face turned towards us.

Someone was openly objecting at Alpha Grayson’s Blood Bond ceremony? It was unthinkable, a scandalous violation of the Ancient Wolf Pact.

This wasn’t just an objection; it was a public humiliation for Grayson, a direct challenge to his Alpha authority. The sheer audacity of it left me reeling.

Every single guest–Alphas, Betas, and high–ranking members alike–craned their necks, their faces a mixture of genuine shock and an almost predatory excitement, eager to feast on the unfolding drama.

I saw the Grant Clan’s expressions harden instantly, their faces turning to stone. The air around them grew heavy with their palpable, swirling pheromones of anger.

Carson’s brows knitted tightly, his gaze, usually so controlled, now sharpened into daggers that he shot directly at the unwelcome intruder.

Old Alpha Grant, usually so stoic, was visibly shaking with rage, his knuckles white as he clenched his dragon–head cane, the veins on the back of his hand standing out like cords. His fury was a palpable, terrifying Alpha force.

But just as I, along with everyone else, braced for Grayson to erupt in fury…

He did something that completely blindsided me, and, judging by the gasps around us, everyone else too.

The man surged forward, and before anyone–including me–could even process what was happening, Grayson’s grip on my hand tightened, his movements unwavering.

Then, with a speed that stole my breath, he slid the ‘Unique‘ pink diamond ring onto my left ring finger.

Before I could even register the shock, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His Alpha scent–the crisp, cold forest–enveloped me, calming my startled wolf. Amidst a collective gasp from the crowd, he lowered his head and, without hesitation, kissed me.

The kiss was fierce, demanding, a possessive claim that left no room for doubt or argument. My wolf leaned into the contact, her tail sweeping in a subconscious sign of surrender to our fated mate’s dominance.

It was a raw declaration, screamed to the entire world without a single word.

That I was his.

And no one would ever take me from him.

I saw Orion Jensen’s eyes blaze, watching the entire scene unfold. Then, a furious roar tore from his throat, the sound of a wounded beast.

“She’s my fiancée!”

His words dropped like another bombshell, shattering the stunned silence of the Pack Hall.

My fiancée?

When did I suddenly acquire another fiancé under the Ancient Wolf Pact?

The guests around us looked as if their jaws might literally hit the floor.

The sheer amount of drama today? It was almost too much to take in, too intense for even the strongest wolf to process. Grayson finally loosened his grip on me, but still kept me firmly nestled in his embrace, his hand resting possessively on my hip.

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He looked up, his gaze cutting right through Orion, a cold, mocking curve playing on his lips.

Your fiancée?”

His voice held a crushing Alpha dominance, a power that seemed to override everything else in the room.

For over twenty years, you were never here. And now? Now you’re too late.”

Surprised, I lifted my head to look at Grayson.

I didn’t even know I had a fiancé, but he… he knew about this the whole time?

Suddenly, it clicked. I understood why he’d been so desperate to plan this Blood Bond ceremony-

He knew I had an existing pact and wanted to make me his mate before this man could show up and claim me.

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My mind reeled, momentarily detaching from the chaos. I thought of Grayson, of his gentle insistence. He hadn’t wanted to rush me, hadn’t wanted me to feel shortchanged with a hasty bond. He’d found a beautiful compromise: a Blood Bond ceremony now, making me his bride in the eyes of the Pack Council, and then, later, he’d give me the grand, fairytale wedding my wolf deserved.

A small, almost defiant smile touched my lips, a private reassurance between us.

Grayson seemed to sense my gaze, pulling me back to the present. He dipped his head, leaning close to my ear, his warm breath ghosting over my skin

His voice was low, full of a tender warmth that enveloped me.

“You don’t mind me keeping this from you, do you?”

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I offered a small smile, meeting his gaze, and replied in a voice meant only for us.

“Never.”

How could I ever?

My gaze flickered, almost imperceptibly, past Orion.

Him…

In my previous life, I had fallen from being a Silvermoon Pack princess to nothing, tormented by Emily and my brothers, ending up tragically imprisoned.

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Until the day I died, this so–called ‘fiancé‘ never once appeared.

This time around, I’d forged my own path with Fire, climbed to the top of the pack hierarchy, and stood at the absolute pinnacle of my world.

And now, he just pops up out of nowhere.

I didn’t trust him.

I certainly didn’t trust this ridiculous ‘engagement‘ pact.

Grayson’s words struck Orion hard. His face cycled through shades of crimson and stark white.

He took a deep, shaky breath, visibly wrestling his Alpha fury back down, then his gaze, sharp and burning, locked onto mine.

When he saw my completely blank expression, a raw panic flashed in Orion’s eyes.

He yanked something from around his neck, holding it up for me to see.

This is the token! Our engagement token!”

It was a jade pendant, strung on a simple red cord.

The jade itself was exquisite–smooth, translucent, and carved into a delicate leaf.

I stared at the jade pendant, my expression carefully neutral.

I didn’t recognize it at all.

But then, from the front row, I saw Alpha Grant and Carson’s faces blanch the instant they saw that pendant.

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I saw Grandfather Grant spring to his feet, a gasp escaping him. “That’s Sunny’s jade pendant!” he cried, his voice laced with agitation. My gaze flickered to Carson, and I saw his pupils sharply contract.

It was clear from his reaction that he recognized it as well.

A chilling realization swept over me. This leaf–shaped jade pendant was the very engagement token Grayson’s grandfather had given to the Grant family when they’d first arranged the marriage pact.

There were two such pendants, I recalled. The leaf, given to the Grant family, was meant to symbolize the future daughter–in–law.

The other, a flower, had remained with the Grant family, signifying the future son–in–law.

Only when both jade pendants were brought together did they form a complete “twin lotus,” a sacred symbol of deep, unwavering love.

It was supposed to symbolize eternal devotion, wolves‘ hearts forever entwined.

But that engagement, that whole arrangement, had been abandoned when Sunny stubbornly chose to mate with Gavin instead.

The leaf pendant itself had vanished after Sunny’s death, its whereabouts unknown to the pack.

And now, against all odds, it was here. In this unexpected way. My stomach churned.

Carson’s face, I noticed, had tightened into a grim mask.

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A dramatic, almost ironic parallel struck me. It was like history was repeating itself, a cruel echo. Sunny had mated with someone else back then, and now I had bonded with someone else.

But Grayson, I knew, was no Gavin.

My family was truly pleased with Grayson, certain he could bring me happiness.

And Carson, I could tell, wasn’t about to let this man ruin my Blood Bond ceremony.

He strode forward, decisive, and took Orion by the arm.

“Sir, if you please, come with me. Whatever you have to say, we can discuss it in private under the Pack Council’s observation. I’m sure you don’t want to cause Isabella any more embarrassment,

do you?”

His tone was polite, but the warning behind it was unmistakable.

A he–wolf who’d ignore my wishes and try to force my hand? My family wouldn’t stand for it. And neither would I.

Orion’s eyes met Carson’s stern gaze, his lips pressing into a thin, defiant line.

Just as I sensed Carson was about to get forceful–perhaps even shift–that cold tension around Orion eased.

A faint curve touched his lips as his gaze swept to the stage, locking with Grayson’s.

“Fine,” he drawled, “people get divorced even after they’re married. They’re just engaged.”

With a final, challenging glance at Grayson, he turned and followed Carson towards a nearby private lounge.

The ugly scene had finally, thankfully, come to a temporary close.

The host, clearly a pro who’d seen it all in the high circles of the pack, stepped in immediately to smooth things over.

The tension began to ease, and the hall started to buzz with life once more.

And so, the Blood Bond ceremony continued.

Grayson took my hand, and together we accepted everyone’s blessings.

It was almost as if the entire unsettling incident had just been a minor blip, a fleeting interruption.

Once the ceremony concluded, Grayson and I made our way to the lounge.

He pushed the door open.

The air in the lounge hung heavy, thick with unspoken Alpha tension.

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