Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 656

Chapter 656.

I looked at Grayson, my expression cool and unyielding, my wolf standing tall and

“Speak.”

Grayson’s gaze finally peeled away from the stinging Blood Bond side.

en esanti settling back

“The Elder–Luna Grant you’ve been seeing, “I heard C clone, a vessel crafted from sacred marrow.”

Orion continued, his voice dropping to a low, somber growl“M

scent

turning bitt

my mind.

my face, his Alpha presence a steady weight at my

the weight of the secret, “her body–it’s a genetic

godfather, Victor, took Sunny’s remains after she passed away from the pack. method of

For over twenty moon–cycles, he’d exhausted every sing flaw.”

successful quite early on, but there was always one

*The clone was just an empty shell, you see. No spirit, no pack–lunar–science, all to bring her back. The clone itself was My fingertips curled in on themselves, my claws prickingen she couldn’t wake up; she was just a soul–less husk.”

my palms.

“Until your spirit–nanobots were developed. Then, everything changed. My godfather discovered that your lunar–nanobots… they could serve as a vessel for the spirit–essence.”

“He extracted every piece of information Sunny left behind during her lifetime–her journals, moon–prints, even fragmented memories lingering in her DNA, and her primal brain–patterns. He digitized it all into a mental–code, then used the nanobots to implant it into the clone’s primal cortex.”

“It was the nanobots that allowed those digitized memories to perfectly fuse with the clone’s wolf–brain. That’s how we ended up with the Sunny you see now–with all her memories and pack emotions fully intact.”

My face remained impassive, but my heart gave a faint lurch. My wolf let out a low, confused whimper.

In my previous life, I had successfully developed these nanobots too, but after I was cast out and imprisoned, I never continued the research. The lunar–tech was nowhere near as mature then, and its capabilities were far from as powerful as they are now.

Forget about storing something as complex as a wolf’s spirit–memory; even basic lesion removal from a core was a clumsy, fumbling mess. That’s why, in my previous life, even after Victor successfully cloned Mom’s body, he could never truly “resurrect” her.

And that’s why Orion never appeared in my previous timeline.

And so, Mom… she never truly appeared, either.

I hadn’t been abandoned by the entire world after all.

My body, which had been coiled tight for so long, finally, completely slackened in that instant. I let out a long, slow breath, the tension leaving my wolf’s hackles.

I lifted my head, and when my gaze met Orion’s again, my eyes–usually cool and clear–had settled into their familiar, unreadable stillness.

I picked up my Howlnet slate, my slender, pale fingers tapping rapidly across the glowing screen to send the command pulse.

I stopped typing. The sound of my fingers hitting the screen had been a shield, a distraction for my surging emotions. The sudden silence was amplified, and I felt Orion’s entire body stiffen beside me a sharp intake of breath, a sudden tension in his shifting muscles.

His body stiffened. I watched a strange, tingling, almost itchy sensation seem to race through him, surging from his limbs and gathering frantically towards his head.

He instinctively lifted a hand, reaching for his ear.

And then.

A thread of silver liquid, impossibly fine–far more delicate than a single strand of wolf–fur–began to slowly, deliberately trickle from deep within his ear canal.

The nanobots, or rather the liquid essence I’d just commanded, seemed to possess a life of its own, shimmering as it gathered in the air, forming a tiny, perfect silver droplet of lunar–tech.

Plink.

The droplet fell onto the mirror–smooth floor of the sanctuary and vanished without a trace, absorbed instantly into the tech–grid

The terror that had coiled inside him, the one I knew kept him feeling constantly controlled–his very life–force not his own–finally vanished. Orion’s face instantly erupted with uncontrollable ecstasy, his scent exploding with relief.

“Isabella

He looked at me, excitement blazing in his eyes, and took a huge step forward, his Alpha energy surging.

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“You… you’re agreeing to Sunny’s plan? Then proposed union…”

Our

Grayson’s hand on my shoulder tightened, a possessive, dominant grip that made his

I took Grayson’s hand, and my voice, deceptively calm, cut Orion off.

“Orion.”

His words snagged in his throat, then died completely.

“Give me back the jade token she gave you.”

Lof cloves and thunder roar.

I lifted my chin slightly, my cold gaze locking with his, and spoke each word clearly, precisely, backed by my authority as Luna.

“I’m bonded.”

I turned my head, my eyes finding Grayson.

In that instant, the glacial chill in my gaze, moments ago so resolute, completely melted. And in its place, a tender, warm spring bloomed, solely for my fated–mate.

I reached for Grayson’s hand, my fingers intertwining with his long ones, lacing our paths together.

“I will always be just Mrs. Grayson.”

My words hung in the air, a sacred vow.

A wide smile bloomed on Grayson’s face, one he couldn’t quite contain. He tightened his grip on my hand, and then, with an almost fierce possessiveness, his other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his Alpha heat.

Orion managed a bitter smile, but he finally returned the jade token of lineage to me.

Grayson took the jade token from him, his fingers brushing against mine as he shielded me.

“Don’t you ever show your face around my mate again.”

With that, I tugged Grayson’s hand, leading us straight to the VIP reception room downstairs, on the first floor of the Fire Sanctuary.

thick with pain and the scent of old grief. Just as we reached the door, muffled sobs drifted out,

My steps faltered, just for a moment. Grayson squeezed my hand, a comforting warmth radiating into my palm through the bond. My breath eased, and I pushed open the door.

Inside the reception room, I looked up. Elder Grant was still clutching Sunny’s hand, tears streaming down his weathered face, his body wracked with sobs. He was beyond words, his wolf mourning the years lost.

Sunny, on the other hand, was quietly weeping herself, but she maintained a gentle composure as she repeatedly dabbed at his tears with a delicate handkerchief.

Carson stood to the side, his eyes just as red–rimmed as he watched the father and daughter openly weep in each other’s arms. He was the first to see Grayson and me walk in.

The moment Carson’s gaze landed on me, I saw a mix of grief and an

I gave him a subtle nod.

unspoken question in his eyes: was her spirit–scent credible?

My nod was the confirmation of Sunny’s identity he’d been waiting for.

Only then did I see the profound relief wash over Carson, as if the heavy burden of the lineage he’d been carrying had finally been lifted. I saw him release a breath he seemed to have been holding forever, a profound sigh of relief.

A quiet, profound whisper escaped him, ‘It’s Sunny. She’s really here in the territory.”

Carson covered his face with his hands. I knew he’d been holding everything together, trying to be the steady anchor for the Elder. But the facade crumbled, the dam finally breaking. He no longer suppressed his own grief, letting out a raw sob that joined the chorus of tears. Elder Grant, so consumed by his grief, didn’t even register Carson’s shift, let alone that Grayson and I were standing there.

Only when their raw, collective grief had subsided somewhat, when the sobs quieted to shaky breaths, did the Elder finally seem to emerge from his haze of sorrow. His eyes, still red–rimmed, finally landed on Grayson and me.

He began, “Isabella…” but the single word was all he could manage before his voice hitched, emotion choking him once more.

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