Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 655

Chapter 655.

As my fingers moved across the Howlnet slate, Grayson’s hand, poised to give the lethal order to the sentinels, also froze. The tension in his

command. Alpha muscles didn’t dissipate, but he deferred to my

“Thank you, Isabella.”

Sunny’s gentle voice filled the air, her eyes fixed on me, brimming with such tender, maternal affection that guard.

But I squeezed Grayson’s hand, my knuckles white against his

my wolf momentarily lowered her

dark skin, and said, “You should be thanking him.”

I turned my head, my gaze locking with Grayson’s, my heart swelling with a fierce, fated—mate protectiveness.

“If it wasn’t for you, Grayson, I wouldn’t let him go.”

I already knew what Grayson was planning. He wanted to

by eliminating any threat to my spirit, and by the Moon, how I wanted to protect me

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imperfection. Nothing could tarnish what we had. protect him just as fiercely. Between us, within our Blood Bond, there could be She turned her gaze to Grayson, a thoughtful, calculating expression settling on her face–the look of an elder observing a new Alpha. For a long moment, the silence was absolute.

Only then did Sunny pull her gaze away, her smile remaining soft and serene, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t utter another word, simply turning on her heel and gliding with an unnerving, fluid grace into the imposing, heavily guarded gray outpost building.

The air around us instantly thickened, falling into an eerie, suffocating silence that only those with wolf–senses could truly feel. Grayson’s arm, already tight around my waist, squeezed a little harder, his scent of cedar and dominance flaring as if to ward off any lingering shadows.

The next five minutes stretched into an eternity, each second dragging by, heavy and slow.

Then, the heavy stone doors of the outpost swung open once more,

Sunny emerged, and my gaze immediately snagged on Orion, who was following close behind her.

But Orion looked utterly undone. He was still battling the lunar nanobots for control of his own body, his wolf clawing at the inside of his ribs, and the fight was clearly draining him of every last ounce of Alpha strength. Even though he seemed to be taking a breather, I could sense the deep–seated awareness in him. He knew the silver-tech was still there, lurking in his marrow, and this newfound freedom was nothing more than a temporary reprieve granted by the Luna.

But despite his struggle, he still managed to put on a brave face for Grayson.

I watched as he met Grayson’s gaze, a roguish smirk playing on his lips, though his scent was tinged with the sharp tang of exhaustion.

finally have a serious talk?” Then he looked at me and said, “Alright, you’ve seen the former Luna. Now, can we

He made a point of gesturing, first to himself, then to me, trying to re–establish a connection that had long since withered.

I fixed him with a cold, predatory stare and spat out two words.

“Get in.”

I pulled Grayson along, leading the way to the black Smith Pack fleet vehicle. The driver, a low–ranking Beta, had already respectfully pulled open the heavy door.

Grayson shielded me with his body, a silent Alpha claim, as I settled into the spacious back seat.

Then, Sunny followed suit, settling quite naturally into the seat opposite us, her white dress flowing like a ghost.

And then, to my utter disbelief, Orion actually followed us into the vehicle! He slouched casually next to Sunny, positioning himself directly opposite Grayson.

In the suddenly confined space, the pheromones of two equally tall, equally intense Alphas clashed fiercely. “Their gazes locked, a silent battle for dominance raging across the small distance between them.

Sparks practically flew! My wolf bared her teeth at the intruder.

Grayson’s eyes, dark as midnight and swirling with golden flecks of his wolf, were fixed on him.

Orion, sensing the raw, undisguised killing intent radiating from Grayson, didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned forward, a defiant, challenging amirk on his face as he cocked an eyebrow. That expression practically dared Grayson: Try me. See what happens if you try to kick me out of

this territory.

Grayson could have easily tossed him out, I knew that He had the strength to break Orion’s neck before he could even shift. But then l remembered who was sining right there beside him: the woman with my mother’s face.

Even though Grayson clearly didn’t understand what was going on with this Sunny. I could feel him rein in his primal anger for

my

sake.

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Chapter 655

But then Grayson stretched out his arm, pulling me even tighter against him, until there was absolutely no space left between us, my body pressed completely flush against his Alpha heat. He lowered his head, then, with an undeniable air of possession, pressed a soft kiss to the crown of my head.

It was a silent declaration of the Blood Bond, yet it spoke louder and more

This she–wolf is mine.

And you, you don’t even have the right to look at her.

possessively than any howl ever could.

bond was blinding his wolf with physical pain.

intimate

pose, and I could

see

the

raw

sting of it in his eyes, as if the sight of our

A nameless anger surged inside me at his audacity.

I watched him slump back against the leather seat, his gaze flicking

The rest of the ride passed in silence.

what looked like utter deflation, his aura dimming.

The vehicle glided to a stop at the Fire Pack Sanctuary, and the door you an

swung open.

But Orion’s body went utterly rigid beside me. He stared at the futuristic, obsidian building before us, and for the first time, that easygoing smirk vanished from his face. This place… this was my domain, my absolute pack territory. He’d taken a major hit here before, and I knew his wolf remembered the scent of defeat.

Grayson, with his long, confident strides, was the first to step out.

Grayson stood tall by the open door, his gaze dropping to Orion, who remained motionless in the back seat. A slow, mocking smirk twisted Grayson’s lips, a silent taunt from one Alpha to another.

“Scared to get out?” he challenged, his voice a low rumble.

Orion’s jaw tightened, his canines lengthening for a split second. He finally looked up, his eyes locking with Grayson’s dark gaze, which seemed to relish the scene playing out. Orion gritted his teeth, visibly struggling to force words out.

“Ridiculous! With the Luna protecting me, there’s nowhere I wouldn’t dare go.”

Then, he forced a look of nonchalance onto his face and finally stepped out of the car. But the sudden tension in his back, that immediate stiffening of his spine, betrayed his inner wariness. He was in a fighter’s stance, his wolf ready to strike or bolt at a moment’s notice. My arm was linked with Grayson’s, and I watched Orion’s feigned composure with a cold stare, not saying a word.

The three of us walked toward the gleaming entrance of the Fire Pack Sanctuary.

“Alpha, Luna,” the sentinels at the entrance immediately bowed low, their necks exposed in respect.

The automatic doors slid open silently, revealing a vast, grand lobby that hummed with a futuristic, high–tech lunar energy.

But the moment we stepped inside the lobby, an old, yet achingly familiar voice echoed from nearby.

“Isabella!”

I turned, following the sound. There was Old Man Grant, being supported by Carson, as they emerged from the lift. I knew they’d come specifically to visit Miles today.

As soon as Mr. Grant’s eyes landed on Grayson and me, a kind, gentle smile bloomed across his face. He was about to call out, his lips already forming a word of greeting, when his gaze darted past us, landing abruptly on the person standing just behind us.

The kind smile on Mr. Grant’s face instantly froze, shattered.

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He looked as if he’d been struck by a silver bolt, rooted to the spot, completely immobile. His lips began to tremble uncontrollably, and his eyes, wide and disbelieving, were locked onto that face–a face he must have thought had returned to the earth twenty years ago.

Time, in that instant, seemed to stretch out endlessly. The entire lobby fell so silent, you could hear the heartbeat of every wolf in the room.

“Su… Sunny?”

Mr. Grant’s voice was a ragged whisper, hoarse and dry, laced with an unbelievable tremor. He looked like an elder who believed his mind was finally failing him, conjuring up a cruel hallucination from the Spirit World.

But the instant Sunny heard his voice, her eyes welled up, a crimson flush spreading across her cheeks. Tears instantly brimmed in her gentle eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Dad!

That single, choked cry tore through whatever remained of Mr. Grant’s emotional defenses, shattering him completely!

“Sunny! Sunny! My pup! My daughter!”

Ts streamed freely down Mr. Grant’s weathered face as he trembled, flinging his arms open wide and stumbling, half–running, towards his daughter.

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Σ on the brm of her white dress, practically flew int

“Dad! I’m so sorry! Your unfilial daughter! Your daughter is back from the

“Just… just being back is enough. That’s all that matters to the pack.

They clutched each other, sobbing, and I could practically feel the twenty–plu

them, a torrent of scent and sound.

I frowned. I really hadn’t wanted Grandfather to see t

yet. Not until I knew

arms.

essed emotion finally bursting free between

if

her core was true.

Orion noticed my frown. He leaned in, his voice low a To some extent, she really is the former Luna. Maybe we shouldn’t

interrupt their reunion just yet. How about we find

else to talk about… us?”

I knew he also wanted to avoid Sunny. There were clearly things in his mit

I shot him a look.

“Fine.”

-link he didn’t want her to overhear.

was

git on our

heels, trailing us like a persistent rogue.

I pulled Grayson along, turning to head for the private lift. Orion The lift glided smoothly upward, taking us straight to the penthouse floor.

A soft ding.

The doors slid open. My office came into view.

My office space was a testament to my style, stark and minimalist, dominated by a palette of black, white, and gray. It felt… unapologetically

1. me.

Grayson stepped into the office, his Alpha eyes subconsciously sweeping around the room to ensure it was secure.

But his movement hitched, ever so slightly, when his gaze landed on my large desk.

Right in the center, a delicate silver frame stood prominently. Inside it was a photo of Grayson and me, locked in a kiss from our Blood Bond ceremony just two days ago. My eyes were closed, lost in the scent of him, but Grayson’s were slightly open, gazing down at me with such doting affection and primal love, it practically spilled out of the frame.

Grayson looked at the photo, and an uncontrollable, satisfied “tsk” escaped his throat.

“Tsk.”

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