Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 648

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Chapter 648.

Grayson’s gaze, sharp as an ice–forged blade, utterly eviscerated Orion.

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Grayson’s fury was palpable, rolling off him in waves of dark, suffocating Alpha pheromones. My wolf whimpered inside me, feeling the raw edge of his protective rage. Orion clearly had no intention of letting me get any rest!

Every word, every glance from Orion seemed designed to poke at Grayson, testing his patience, his very limits, since the moment he’d reappeared in our lives.

Orion’s hand instinctively went to his nose, his nostrils flaring as he tried to scent the air, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. He’d been too impatient, too desperate, his own Alpha pride clashing with the reality of my exhaustion.

But then, he probably knew that without that last line, I wouldn’t have given him the time of day.

Grayson remained silent, a rock of stillness beside me, though I could feel the low vibration of a growl deep in his chest. After a beat, he pulled his gaze away, tightening his arm around me even more–a possessive squeeze that claimed me as his fated mate and left no room for argument. Then, he turned on his heel, his long legs already striding toward the lift.

Orion stood rooted to the spot, his eyes following us until we disappeared around the bend of the stone corridor.

“Ding-”

The lift doors hissed shut, sealing us off from everything outside.

The small space of the lift closed us in, leaving just the two of us.

Grayson still held me close, his grip unyielding, his body absolutely motionless.

Leaning against his chest, I could distinctly hear the steady, powerful thrum of his heart, beating with the strength of a true Silvermoon Alpha. But even as I felt that comforting rhythm, a dark cloud of tension seemed to radiate from him.

His jaw was clenched tight, his pupils slightly dilated as his wolf struggled for dominance over his anger.

It was obvious he was still fuming about what had just happened.

I stirred, a knot of unease tightening in my stomach, desperate to break the suffocating silence.

He lowered his head, brushing his chin against my hair, his voice raspy and thick with a possessive growl.

“Don’t move. Just let me hold you

for a

moment.”

So I stayed perfectly still.

I nestled obediently into his embrace, the clean, pleasant scent of him-like forest rain and old power–filling my nostrils as that overwhelming wave of

exhaustion crashed over me once more.

The lift soon reached the top floor.

This was the VIP top floor of the Fire Healing Sanctum, my private domain within the pack’s territory.

The entire floor housed my office, the essence–lab, and my personal living den.

Grayson, still holding me, moved with practiced ease through my spacious office and into the innermost bedroom.

The bedroom was large, furnished to be both warm and comfortable, scented with calming herbs to soothe a weary wolf.

He walked to the bed, bent down, and carefully set me down on the soft, large mattress.

His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing my spirit–core.

The moment I collapsed onto the bed, my bones turned to jelly. All I wanted was to lose myself in a deep, uninterrupted sleep, beneath the light of the

waning moon.

I was still wearing that gorgeous, but utterly restrictive, ritual couture gown from our mating ceremony.

I struggled, trying to push myself up.

“I… I need to change.”

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A large hand, strong and defined with prominent knuckles, pressed down on my shoulder, stopping my movement.

“Don’t move.”

Grayson knelt beside the bed, his gaze intense as he looked down at me, his golden Alpha eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

I’ll help you change.”

My mind snapped half–awake!

A fiery flush instantly spread across my cheeks, my pheromones spiking with embarrassment.

“No… don’t! I can do it myself!”

I struggled to push him away, but my body felt like jelly, utterly devoid of strength. Her wolf was too tired to even lift a paw, simply purring at Grayson’s proximity.

The meager force I managed to exert felt like a pup’s playful scratch against him, utterly useless.

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As Grayson looked down at me, I felt the flush creeping up my cheeks, and I knew my eyes must be glistening with a shy warmth. I watched his throat work as he suppressed his primal instincts.

I noticed his throat bob, too. My breath hitched for a moment, then my heart hammered faster, and the heat on my face intensified.

As Grayson’s arm tightened around my back, his fingers brushed the zipper of my gown, and a shiver ran through me.

He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated against my back.

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“Why so shy?”

He leaned in close, his warm breath ghosted against my earlobe, sending a delicate shiver through me.

“We’re mates now.”

His voice was deep and husky, carrying the undeniable authority of the Blood Bond.

“Isn’t it normal for me to help you change?”

Mates…

These words, like a pebble dropped into a still lake, rippled through my heart, spreading outward in ever–widening circles through our psychic link.

But…

“Tonight’s our blood bond night,” Grayson said, as if he’d read my mind through our telepathy, his voice taking on a soothing edge. “But you’re so tired, I won’t do anything.”

His promise eased the tension from my body, just a little.

But the heat on my face didn’t lessen at all.

Grayson didn’t give me a chance to refuse.

His long, slender fingers gently found the zipper at the back of my gown.

As the zipper slid open, the perfectly tailored ritual dress loosened, baring my smooth, delicate shoulder blades to the cool air of the den.

I felt Grayson’s dark eyes snap to the tempting expanse of white that was my exposed back.

His breathing hitched, a barely perceptible pause as his wolf surged at the sight of my unmarked skin.

Registering his sudden shift, I straightened my back and pressed closer into his embrace, desperate to avoid his burning gaze.

But the gown was so exquisitely tailored that once the zipper was undone, it couldn’t contain my body anymore. The slightest movement, a gentle rug from where the hem was trapped, and it simply slid down.

My eyes widened. I was too embarrassed to say anything to Grayson, terrified he’d make another move that would only shame or infuriate me.

Grayson’s movements were soft, slow, almost reverently careful,

The straps of the gown slid down my rounded shoulders.

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He didn’t make another move. Instead, he got up, pulled a set of soft, comfortable silk–fur pajamas from the closet, and placed them on the nightstand.

I seized the opportunity, burrowing deep under the covers, wrapping myself up tight until only my small head was exposed.

Grayson turned back, and seeing me like that, a soft laugh escaped him. He probably thought I should have been focused on getting the gown off first, rather than just burying myself under the covers.

I was giving him an opening, wasn’t I?

Grayson’s voice had deepened, growing hoarser still, the scent of his arousal mixing with the cedar wood.

Grayson’s voice was a low rumble.“Tonight, I’m not going to do anything.”

He slowly walked toward me, extending his hand.“Give me your hand,” he murmured.

I instinctively did as he asked, my hand moving beneath the duvet, a small lump shifting around and drawing Grayson’s gaze.

Finally, my pale arm emerged, one hand raised high, the other still clutching the duvet to my chest.

Grayson didn’t hand the pajamas to me. Instead, he directly slipped them onto my raised arm.

The pajamas had a lovely drape; the moment Grayson let go, they slid down my arm, covering my face.

I immediately reached up and fumbled with the neckline of the silk–furs, wanting to free my head.

Just then, Grayson leaned slightly over me, his hand reaching under the duvet.

I stiffened slightly, feeling him carefully easing off the intricate gown I was still wearing beneath the covers.

Throughout the entire process, his hands meticulously avoided touching my skin.

But still, there were those inevitable moments when his fingers grazed my delicate skin.

Each time his touch accidentally brushed against me, a silent jolt of electric bond–energy went through my body, and I could feel Grayson tense up,

too.

My cheeks were burning, hot enough to fry an egg. I wanted to tell him I could finish it myself, but the moment my eyes met Grayson’s serious, golden gaze, the words caught in my throat.

Finally, the gown that had held me captive slipped away.

Grayson pulled the duvet up, tucking it under my chin.

“Alright.”

His voice had settled back into its usual cool tone, but if I listened closely, I could still catch a faint, almost imperceptible rasp beneath it.

A flush crept up my cheeks, and I met his gaze, my eyes still hazy with a watery sheen.

The fatigue had left a delicate red tinge at the corners of my eyes, making me feel utterly vulnerable, almost painfully exposed to my Alpha.

Grayson’s eyes softened further, and I felt a profound tenderness emanate from him, as if his resolve had completely melted.

‘Sleep,” he murmured. I knew then, with a sudden, calming certainty, that he truly wouldn’t do anything to break my trust.

I nodded, then closed my eyes.

I was truly exhausted.

The moment my eyelids fluttered shut, my consciousness began to drift toward the dream–fields of the pack.

Still, I mumbled, a yawn escaping my lips, “Mom…”

Grayson, who had been watching over me with such tenderness, froze the instant he heard those two words.

He bent down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Sleep well, Isabella. I’ll get to the bottom of everything about our mom.”

“Our mom?” I scoffed, a blush heating my cheeks even in my sleep. “You say that so easily, but my mom hasn’t even acknowledged our bond yet.”

Grayson’s low, pleasant chuckle vibrated through his chest, a sound of pure contentment. “Right, right,” he murmured. “I need to get to the bottom of all this, so ‘our mom‘ will finally approve of me as your mate.”

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