Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 646

Chapter 646.

My heart plummeted, a lead weight dragging my internal wolf into a sickening abyss of dread.

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I gripped Grayson’s arm, already turning on my heel, ready to bolt from the Grand Hall. My instincts were screaming, every fiber of my being vibrating with the need to reach my kin. Orion? He was completely erased from my mind, his scent and his presence ignored as every thought was consumed by

this new horror.

“Isabella!”

I heard Orion’s desperate shout behind me, his Alpha pheromones spiking as he tried to follow.

But before he could even close the distance, Grayson moved with the fluid, lethal grace of a dominant Alpha. He stepped between us like a solid wall of muscle and shadow, his aura flaring in a silent, territorial warning that effectively cut Orion off.

Then, Old Alpha Grant swayed, his strength suddenly failing him as if his connection to the pack–bond had been frayed.

“Grandpa!”

Evan and Grant Logan were quick, their Beta reflexes sharp as they steadied the elder before he could hit the floor.

I heard the startled cries and whipped my head around, my wolf pacing anxiously in my mind.

I saw Grandpa’s face drain of all color, his scent souring with the smell of immense shock. His lips trembled, the authority he usually carried replaced by a raw, primal grief.

“Miles… Miles…” he croaked.

Miles and I were Aunt Sunny’s last remaining bloodline, the precious legacy of our lineage. To the elder Alpha, the news of Miles‘ injury was like a strike against the pack’s very soul. It was too much for him to bear.

I rushed back and took Grandpa Grant’s cold hand.

“Grandpa, please don’t worry. My big brother is at Fire’s Med–Bay now; he’ll definitely be fine. And with my Alpha–healer instincts, he absolutely won’t be in any life–threatening danger.”

Grandpa Grant gripped my hand tightly in return, his claws slightly grazing my skin in a desperate, grounding hold, and he nodded heavily.

He released my hand, his wolf–instincts knowing better than to delay a healer.

Having reassured Grandpa Grant, I didn’t linger any longer. Grayson and I hurried out.

We left through a side door, bypassing the main congregation of the Silvermoon Pack. Guest duties weren’t something the Alpha and his intended needed to handle personally, so our departure didn’t disrupt the Blood Bond ceremony.

No sooner had we reached the exit than Orion was right behind us again, his scent persistent and cloying.

Grayson and I got into the extended Alpha–class transporter.

Just as the door was about to close, Orion braced it open with one hand, his grip revealing the strength of a high–ranking wolf, and squeezed himself inside.

I’m coming too. I should visit Big Brother on Aunt Grant’s behalf.”

He brought up Aunt Grant–invoking the name of the lost matriarch of our clan.

Grayson’s face completely froze over, his Alpha aura turning cold enough to frost the air. He shot a pointed look outside.

The two sentinels flanking the transporter door seemed to get the message through their telepathic link instantly.

One on each side, they reached out to seize Orion’s arms.

Orion’s expression hardened. His body tensed, the muscles in his back rippling as if he were seconds away from a partial shift. He immediately fought back.

He was a legendary operative from the Outer Territories; Grayson had thrown so many warriors at him before, and not a single one had managed to pin him. These two sentinels wouldn’t even pose a challenge to his raw power.

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But just as he was about to unleash his wolf, Grayson’s voice, cold and sharp as a silver blade, sliced through the air.

“Think carefully. If you make a scene here, if you delay saving Big Brother… do you really think Isabella will ever forgive you?”

Orion froze.

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His gaze snapped to Grayson, and I didn’t need to be an anthropologist to see the raw, lethal intent burning in Grayson’s eyes–a clear, chilling warning for Orion to stand down or face the Ancient Wolf Pact’s wrath.

“Hey, Grayson, don’t be such a hypocrite. If you let me get in the transporter, isn’t it the same thing?”

“Because Isabella wouldn’t upset me. I don’t want you in this vehicle.”

Grayson said, his voice a low growl of possessive dominance, and then he roughly kicked Orion in the leg to force him out.

I watched Grayson’s kick flash out, an incredibly fast and brutal blur that only a high–level Alpha could execute. But Orion, with the agility of a rogue–hunter, dodged it smoothly.

I saw Orion flash Grayson a provocative smirk, his teeth bared slightly.

But Grayson only curved his lips into a knowing, dangerous smile.

A sharp bang startled me.

The transporter door slammed shut with a sickening thud, cutting off Orion’s pheromones.

I watched as Orion’s stunned expression lingered through the reinforced glass, then our transporter pulled away, leaving the Grand Hall behind.

My gaze never once landed on him. Every ounce of my focus, my entire being, was fixated on my brother, whose life–force hung precariously in the

balance.

Orion was an afterthought, a blur in my periphery.

I knew, without even looking, that my indifference must have stung his pride more than any physical blow, a suffocating realization as our transporter sped away and vanished from his sight.

Just then, another vehicle pulled up beside him.

The window rolled down, revealing Evan’s refined face, his usual gentle Beta demeanor tinged with an Alpha’s aloofness.

“Get in,” Evan said, pushing up his glasses. “I’ll take you there.”

Orion hesitated for a moment, his wolf circling restlessly, then pulled open the door and got in.

The car smoothly fell in behind Grayson’s.

Evan stared straight ahead at the road leading to the city–territory, his voice level.

“What’s your connection to my aunt? How do you have that jade pendant?”

Then, Evan’s voice cut in, sharp and cold. His dark eyes, magnified by his glasses, fixed intently on Orion. “That jade pendant,” he stated, “only disappeared right before my aunt’s spirit was said to have departed.”

Orion’s gaze flickered, landing on the back of the extended transporter parked ahead. His expression was unreadable, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his eyes.

“I can’t say yet,” Orion replied, his voice low. “I need to tell Isabella first.”

He finally looked up, meeting Evan’s intense gaze. Then, a wicked, almost unhinged smile spread across his face, his wolf peeking through the cracks of his composure.“Who told you your aunt died?”

Evan’s eyes, usually as deep and dark as ink, suddenly snapped wide with a shock that rippled through the telepathic silence of the car.

Fire Pharmaceuticals‘ Med–Bay.

Outside the top–floor operating suite.

Susan sat weakly on the long bench, looking like every ounce of her wolf–strength had been drained from her body.

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Her eyes were swollen almost shut, her face streaked with tears as she clasped her hands together, endlessly muttering prayers to the Moon Mother.

“He’ll be okay… Miles will be okay…” she whispered, the words a desperate mantra against the darkness.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.

Grayson and I appeared at the end of the corridor, our scents announcing our arrival before we even spoke.

“Isabella!”

Susan’s tear–streaked face snapped towards me, her eyes widening as if I were her savior Alpha. She scrambled to her feet, but her legs buckled–the bond–trauma making her weak–sending her stumbling and practically falling into me, her cold fingers clenching around my hand.

I felt the violent tremor in her hands as her pleas tumbled out, a jumbled mess of words.

“Isabella, please, you have to go see Miles! He… he was bleeding so much… the healers said he’s critically injured… You have to save him! Please, I’m begging you!”

I reached out, my hand finding hers, cold and trembling. I squeezed it hard, trying to pour some of my own Alpha strength and calm into her.

“Susan, please, don’t worry,” I said, my voice firm and commanding.“He’s my brother, my own blood. I’m going to do everything I can to save him. He’ll be okay, I promise you.”

Even with my assurances, I could still see the frantic worry in Susan’s eyes. She was still a tangled knot of raw nerves.

I forced a lighthearted tone, trying to break her out of the shock.“You know, if my brother’s injuries are really that serious, then your Blood Bond ceremony to him is definitely going to be postponed.”

A tiny flicker of relief crossed Susan’s face, her wolf responding to the mention of their future bond.

I gave Susan’s icy hand another reassuring squeeze, a silent promise, and told her,“Don’t worry.” Then, I turned, my steps resolute, toward the operating

room.

Grayson followed close behind me, his presence a silent shadow of support.

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