Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 93

A faint smile lingered at the corners of my mouth, my gaze sharp as a knife, fixated on Emily. My wolf felt a thrill of power; her scent was a mixture of fear and suppressed rage – a delicious cocktail. She felt an invisible pressure weighing down on her, a direct result of my Alpha presence, lowering her head, biting her lip, her face as pale as parchment. Her fists were clenched, nails digging into her palms, yet she remained silent.

Her wolf’s scent was a pathetic attempt at hiding her fear.

Linda, witnessing her state, was seething with anger.

Her wolf’s scent was a potent blend of protectiveness and fury.

She stepped forward, arms wide open, shielding Emily behind her, her voice piercing.

“Isabella, you’re so mean! Do you have to be so pedantic? Are you trying to push Emily to the edge? Her brother

saved…”

Linda’s scent was laced with accusation, raw and unfiltered.

“Linda!” Emily interrupted, her eyes teary, her voice soft and pleading.

“Stop…” Her scent shifted, becoming a mixture of fear and desperate attempts at appeasement.

She looked at my icy gaze, biting her lip, apologizing with difficulty.

“Isabella, it’s my fault. Linda’s words offended you; I apologize for her. We… we’ll leave; we won’t disturb you.”

Her voice was small and trembling, a pathetic attempt at deflecting my wrath.

She grabbed Linda’s wrist and hurried away. Linda stumbled but didn’t notice the fleeting ferocity on Emily’s face, a flash of anger that my wolf easily picked up. She continued to complain.

“Emily, why apologize? You didn’t do anything wrong. She’s unreasonable; she should apologize! You’re making yourself seem at fault!”

Linda’s wolf was clearly agitated, her scent a volatile mix of indignation and frustration.

Hearing this, the pent–up anger within Emily finally erupted. She abruptly halted, turning to Linda and shouted, “Shut up!”

The change in her scent was dramatic; the previously submissive pheromones were replaced with the raw, uncontrolled scent of a cornered she–wolf.

In that moment, she realized she’d lost her composure, she covered her face, pretending to sob.

Her scent became a carefully crafted illusion of distress, a thin veil barely hiding the simmering resentment beneath. Her voice was choked with tears.

“Sorry, Linda. I… I’m just so upset… I lost control…”

She trembled, tears streaming down her pale face. She sobbed quietly, her voice filled with grievance and sadness,

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as if on the verge of collapse.

Her scent was a potent blend of despair and manipulation.

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Linda, hearing Emily’s cries, felt her heart ache. She stepped forward, arms wide open, embracing Emily tightly.

“Emily, don’t be sad. It’s not worth it to be upset about someone like Isabella.”

Linda’s scent was overflowing with empathy and loyalty to her packmate.

Emily trembled violently, tears streaming down her face.

This time, her distress was genuine; she had never felt so humiliated in front of me! My wolf felt a surge triumph.

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Through the window, she saw me laughing with others. That carefree demeanor stung her eyes, and she wished she could rush over and tear that smug look off my face!

Her wolf felt a potent cocktail of anger and self–pity.

How could I be doing well? I should be wallowing in the mud, serving as my own stepping stone, suffering to the

bitter end!

Her wolf’s thoughts echoed her own desperate desires for revenge.

But on the surface, Emily maintained her pitiful facade. She covered her face tightly, hiding all her resentment and anger beneath the mask of tears. My wolf sensed the deception, but it was a performance for others, not me.

Wiping her tears, she feigned strength and told Linda,

“Linda, go ahead. I’ll wait for my brother to pick me up…”

Her voice still carried a hint of sobbing, a carefully modulated performance.

Linda wanted to say something, but Emily’s eyes, usually gentle, now held a chilling light, a flash of wolfish fury that momentarily broke through her carefully constructed facade.

My wolf sensed the sudden shift, a brief glimpse of the true Emily beneath the carefully constructed persona.

Yet in the next moment, the coldness in Emily’s eyes vanished, and she thought she might have misread it.

The mask was firmly back in place, hiding her true intentions from the unwitting Linda.

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