Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Their gazes towards Emily were strange and suspicious.

My wolf sensed their unease, a low growl rumbling in my chest.

The scent of fear, mixed with something else… resentment?

It hung heavy in the air.

Linda, noticing the strange looks, her face darkened. Her fur bristled, her eyes burning with anger. “You’re deliberately humiliating Emily!”

Her voice was a sharp snap, the way a she–wolf defends her pack.

I smiled coldly, my gaze piercing as I locked eyes with Linda. My own wolf bared its fangs, a silent challenge.

“Those words are yours, you’re the one who labeled Emily as petty and unable to stand anyone being better than her. I’m not taking the blame for that.” My voice was low, controlled, each word a carefully placed stone.

“You!” Linda’s eyes widened; her anger boiling over, her clenched fists trembling with rage.

Her wolf was clearly agitated, its scent sharp and aggressive.

Just then, Emily looked up, her eyes red, her voice soft and tearful.

“Isabella… please stop…”

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Her scent was a pathetic mixture of fear and submission.

My wolf felt a flicker of pity, but quickly suppressed it.

This was a pack matter, and my loyalty was to myself.

I glanced at her, a sarcastic smirk on my lips.

The amusement was purely a human facade.

My wolf saw through her act.

“Then keep your little pup in check, and don’t let her come out to disgust others.”

The words were barbed, carrying the bite of my wolf’s intentions.

Linda exploded at me. She pointed at me, her voice sharp.

“How dare you talk like that! Who are you calling a pup?”

Her wolf’s scent was overwhelming, a threat that echoed in the air.

I calmly replied, a playful glint in my eyes.

My wolf smirked–this was a game, and I was winning.

“Whoever whines and snivels is a pup.” My voice was a silken whisper, yet it held a strength that only an

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This ignited Linda’s fury.

She langed forward, about to strike me. My own wolf’s muscles tensed, preparing for a fight.

The sit crackled with the raw power of two clashing Alphas.

Emily quickly grabbed her arm.

Her head was down; her voice was choked with tears; she looked pitiable..

Linda, don’t fight with Isabella…”

Her scent was a desperate attempt to calm the situation. My wolf noticed the subtle manipulation, a low growl rumbling deeper in my chest.

Lucy, standing nearby, couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the scene, her tone dripping with disdain.

“Seriously, can you stop acting like you’ve been bullied and are so wronged? There are so many eyes on you, and you’re still putting on a show?”

Her scent was sharp with amusement, a disdain that my wolf understood entirely.

“From start to finish, it’s been you guys insulting Isabella; now that she’s just replied, you’re the ones feeling wronged? So it’s only okay for you to insult her, but when she fights back, you’re the victims?”

Lucy’s words were perfectly clear; the scent of her conviction carried conviction.

Emily inwardly cursed Linda. This fool didn’t know the situation! She’d told her to stop; yet she kept digging

herself into a hole!

My wolf picked up on her inner turmoil, a potent mixture of anger and desperation.

She forced a pitiful expression. Her voice was soft and trembling, as if she might cry.“I–I didn’t mean to blame

Isabella…”

Her scent was a mask of feigned vulnerability.

Her

eyes were red, brimming with tears that threatened to spill. This act had fooled countless wolves, evoking their sympathy. It was with such tactics that she had gradually eroded the affection the Miller brothers had for me.

But Lucy wasn’t fooled, directly exposing her. “First, not blaming someone means they are wrong. So tell me, what did Isabella do wrong?”

Lucy’s clear and challenging scent cut through Emily’s deception.

Emily’s expression froze, but she quickly recovered her weak demeanor.

My wolf picked up on her subtle shift in scent, a flash of anger momentarily overtaking her pitiful facade.

Her voice was soft. “I didn’t say Isabella was wrong; you misunderstood.” Her teeth almost broke her lip; her anger was immense, but she swallowed it, along with the metallic taste of blood. My wolf noted the suppressed rage, a familiar scent of controlled fury.

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I let out a cold laugh, my eyes filled with mockery. My wolf reveled in the power dynamic,

A misunderstanding? Was it a misunderstanding this time, or do you always speak like this, leading others to misunderstand?”

My voice was laced with the chilling certainty of an Alpha.