Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 95

My leg slammed against the table, pain shooting through me like an electric current. My wolf snarled; this was an assault. I couldn’t help but let out a low groan, my brow furrowed in agony.

Jared, oblivious to my suffering, reached out with his large hand and yanked my slender arm, dragging me out with

no mercy.

I stumbled, the tearing pain in my arm making me grit my teeth to stifle any cries. My wolf was furious, its scent a potent mix of pain and righteous anger.

A few he–wolves finally noticed what was happening.

They didn’t know Jared, but seeing me treated so roughly, they rushed over, trying to stop him from taking me

away.

Their scents were a mix of outrage and protectiveness.

“Hey! Who the hell are you? Let her go!” one yelled. His scent was sharp with indignation.

“Let her go, or we’ll report this to the Pack Council!” another shouted.

The scent of challenge hung in the air.

Chaos erupted; chairs and tables crashed; cups and plates clattered.

All the pack members turned their heads, drawn to the commotion. My wolf reveled in the chaos, a low rumbling in my chest.

Emily, outside, hadn’t returned to the runner.

purr

When she sensed my disheveled state, a smug smile crept onto her lips, her eyes glinting with schadenfreude. Her scent was a potent mix of triumph and malicious satisfaction.

Inside, the three he–wolves pulled me from Jared, shielding me behind them, their eyes fixed warily on him. Their scents were a united front of defiance.

Jared, infuriated by this band of he–wolves, pointed at me, his face darkening.

“Isabella! Look at you! Surrounded by these he–wolves; do you think you’re irresistible? Are you proud of that?”

His scent was a volatile mix of anger and possessiveness.

The he–wolves were unjustly berated, their faces dark with displeasure. Their scents expressed a mix of anger and

confusion.

Lucy carefully rolled up my sleeve; my naturally fair skin was delicate, and the grip left a shocking red mark that immediately swelled. She was distressed and angry at Jared’s behavior.

Her scent was a potent mix of protective fury and disgust.

Like a lioness, she glared at him.

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Her scent was a challenge, a direct confrontation.

Mems

“Are you blind? We’re having a pack reunion; how did it become Isabella secretly meeting with several he–wolves? Are you that desperate to tarnish her reputation?” Her scent was sharp, laced with disdain.

Her eyes were red with anger.

“No wonder Isabella left the Miller family! If I had a brother like you, I’d run far away, too!” Her scent was potent, a mix of righteous anger and loyalty.

The atmosphere froze; everyone looked at Jared with disapproval. Their collective scent was one of judgment.

When he heard the words “ran away,” his face turned ashen. He couldn’t stand the thought of me leaving, especially not being accused of being bullied into it! His scent shifted, becoming a volatile mixture of anger and

fear.

“She’s the one being unreasonable, throwing a tantrum and running off to bond with another he–wolf!”

His scent was a desperate attempt to regain control.

The he–wolves, who had just been accused of my supposed misbehavior, now looked at Jared with skepticism. They exchanged glances, their faces filled with disbelief. Their collective scent expressed doubt and disapproval.

“He’s Isabella’s brother? No wonder she left! I would too.”

“Accusing her of meeting with several he–wolves, then saying she’s living with another he–wolf… is this what a brother says?”

“If Lucy hadn’t said he’s her brother, I’d think he’s her enemy!” a she–wolf exclaimed, surprised and displeased. Her scent was a mixture of astonishment and disgust.

The murmurs around us grew louder, and Jared’s expression darkened, veins bulging on his forehead. His scent became increasingly volatile.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer, shouting,

‘I’m just looking out for her! Dressing like that, trying to attract he–wolves—she doesn’t look like a student at all! What’s wrong with me saying a few things?” His scent was a desperate justification, a mixture of anger

and

insecurity.

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