Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 85

I returned to the private den, my gaze sweeping over the neatly arranged table laden with roasted meats.

I casually took a seat and continued to enjoy the steaming feast.

The air was thick with the mouthwatering aroma of roasted meats and herbs, a stark contrast to the unpleasantness that had just transpired.

My wolf felt a resurgence of strength.

Grayson observed my expression, his thin lips pressed together, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes.

His wolf’s scent was a mixture of concern and simmering anger.

“What were you just thinking about?” his voice was soft, masking the underlying irritation.

His wolf tried to appear calm.

I froze while picking up slices of roasted wolf meat, the hot meat slipping from my grasp and landing back on the plate.

Instinctively, I opened my mouth to respond, only to be choked by the strong spices, coughing uncontrollably.

My wolf momentarily lost control.

Grayson watched as the juices stained the corner of my mouth, his eyes widening in surprise at my adorably dazed expression, a wave of softness washing over him.

His wolf’s scent softened, concern overriding his earlier anger.

He picked up a napkin and gently wiped my lips.

“You just mentioned something that scared Emily quite a bit.” His wolf was still wary.

Remembering Emily’s terrified expression, a smile touched my lips.

But my expression darkened.

My wolf’s anger returned.

I slowly chewed on the meat, my voice low.

“Marcus was killed by Emily.” My wolf’s scent grew sharp and cold.

He frowned, falling into a heavy silence.

His wolf’s scent mirrored his internal struggle.

I pressed my lips together, a wave of bitterness rising within me.

Everyone believed Marcus died saving me.

Even my brothers wouldn’t believe me.

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Grayson might not either.

My wolf felt a pang of betrayal.

I wasn’t upset that my brothers didn’t believe me, but the thought that Grayson might not believe me made my

heart ache.

My wolf whimpered internally.

His eyes deepened; a slight frown forming as he asked in a low voice, “Did he want to harm you?” His wolf was seeking the truth.

A pang of sadness hit me.

When no one believed me, Grayson was getting to the heart of the matter.

I felt a flicker of gratitude, but then memories of the past flooded back, complicating my emotions.

My wolf was conflicted.

I nodded gently, my voice choked.

“Yes.

Marcus confessed to me; and I rejected him.

Then he planned to start a fire to play the hero.

But Emily locked the door, wanting to burn us both alive.” My wolf’s grief was palpable:

As I spoke, my gaze dimmed.

I remembered being brainwashed with the “Marcus was your savior” narrative, paying for it my entire life.

My wolf howled silently with anguish.

Grayson’s long fingers tapped the table; coldness flashed in his deep eyes.

His wolf’s scent shifted to a dangerous alertness.

He raised his chin slightly, his lips pursed, his sharp profile more defined in the light.

I continued, “I lost my memory and forgot some things; I’m slowly piecing it all together.” My voice carried a hint of bitterness; it wasn’t that I was just now remembering, but rather that I had been manipulated by them my whole life until death, only to recall it after my rebirth.

My wolf’s pain was raw.

“Before, I focused on training and didn’t investigate this matter thoroughly, so I didn’t uncover much.

But the Clan wants to bury this incident, destroying all the records, making it hard to investigate.” My tone was

filled with helplessness and disappointment.

My wolf’s scent was heavy with despair.

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Grayson might not either.

My wolf felt a pang of betrayal.

I wasn’t upset that my brothers didn’t believe me, but the thought that Grayson might not believe me made heart ache.

My wolf whimpered internally.

my

His eyes deepened; a slight frown forming as he asked in a low voice, “Did he want to harm you?” His wolf was seeking the truth.

A

pang

of sadness hit me.

When no one believed me, Grayson was getting to the heart of the matter.

I felt a flicker of gratitude, but then memories of the past flooded back, complicating my emotions.

My wolf was conflicted.

I nodded gently, my voice choked.

“Yes.

Marcus confessed to me; and I rejected him.

Then he planned to start a fire to play the hero.

But Emily locked the door, wanting to burn us both alive.” My wolf’s grief was palpable:

As I spoke, my gaze dimmed.

I remembered being brainwashed with the “Marcus was your savior” narrative, paying for it my entire life.

My wolf howled silently with anguish.

Grayson’s long fingers tapped the table; coldness flashed in his deep eyes.

His wolf’s scent shifted to a dangerous alertness.

He raised his chin slightly, his lips pursed, his sharp profile more defined in the light.

I continued, “I lost my memory and forgot some things; I’m slowly piecing it all together.” My voice carried a hint of bitterness; it wasn’t that I was just now remembering, but rather that I had been manipulated by them my whole life until death, only to recall it after

my rebirth.

My wolf’s pain was raw.

“Before, I focused on training and didn’t investigate this matter thoroughly, so I didn’t uncover much.

But the Clan wants to bury this incident, destroying all the records, making it hard to investigate.” My tone was filled with helplessness and disappointment.

My wolf’s scent was heavy with despair.

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Two years had passed; and the Clan was trying to cover it up, making it exceptionally difficult to uncover the

truth.

Without the truth, I’d always be burdened with “owing Emily a life,” unable to expose her true nature.

My wolf yearned for justice.

Grayson noticed my low spirits and pulled out his communicator, scrolling through it before bringing up a data–slate and handing it to me.

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“What is it?” My hands were greasy, so I didn’t take his communicator, just glanced at it while it rested in his hand.

My pupils dilated in shock, forgetting the grease on my fingers as I snatched the data–slate to examine the contents closely.

This wasn’t a Clan record; it was a criminal record from the Pack Council.

Because someone died in the fire, whether it was an act of nature or a deliberate act, it had to be handled by the Pack Council–this was that file! My wolf felt a surge of hope.

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Chapter 86