All Chapters of Alpha's begging me back home: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A remark from Isabella caused a huge stir in the werewolf - filled clubhouse. The air seemed to thicken with the sudden tension, and the werewolves' ears perked up, ready to catch every word.Guillermo was furious and embarrassed. His wolfish temper flared, and his eyes glowed with anger as he pointed at Isabella and said, “Who are you? I don’t even know you, and you’re probably not someone important in the fashion world. Do you have any evidence that the fabric on Theodore’s clothes is from the Jasmine team? In our werewolf fashion circles, reputation and proof matter a great deal.”Mrs. Sanchez quickly chimed in, her eyes narrowing in disdain. “Exactly—who knows where this wild girl came from. I remember we didn’t invite anyone like you, a nobody. In our werewolf social hierarchy, you should know your place.”Theodore stood tall, his posture protective as he shielded the delicate Isabella behind him. His wolf instincts kicked in, ready to defend her at any cost. “She’s my invited gu

Nathan’s handsome face was as cold as an ice sculpture, his wolf eyes glinting with suppressed anger. In the werewolf world, such a display of coldness was a clear warning sign.Humiliation. Utter humiliation. A penniless beggar, or so he thought, dared to reject him, even at the cost of leaving with nothing. In the werewolf hierarchy, rejection from someone of lower status was unheard of, and it stung his pride deeply.Nathan felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his wolf blood boiling with rage. "Isabella, I won’t agree to the divorce," he said, slamming the phone in fury. The force of his anger was so great that it was as if his werewolf strength could break the device.Isabella's attempt to negotiate had failed, leaving her feeling utterly dejected. She curled up in the corner of the sofa, her wolf tail tucked between her legs in a sign of defeat. Pulling out her phone, she posted on various werewolf - exclusive forums: "I want to divorce my cheating husband who has a mistr

Nathan was so enraged that his blood surged, and his wolf instincts flared. He stood up, his body practically vibrating with anger, and rushed upstairs, his werewolf speed making his steps thunderous.Victoria followed closely behind him, her own wolf - like curiosity getting the better of her.When they reached the upper floor, they found that Isabella had placed a video speaker at the junction of the hallway, playing a street dance tutorial video. The loud rock music blared through the speakers, filling the air with its aggressive rhythm. In the werewolf world, such loud and chaotic noise was considered a disruption to the peace of the pack.Isabella, dressed in dance attire, was moving awkwardly, with each dance move completely out of sync. It was as if she was deliberately trying to make a mockery of the situation.Nathan's face turned ashen, a clear sign of his fury in the werewolf body language. He walked over and immediately turned off the speaker, his hand clenching into a fis

"Who will be paying back the borrowed money?" Isabella raised an eyebrow and asked, her wolf - like eyes glinting with suspicion. In the werewolf world, debts were serious matters, and she wasn't about to be caught in a financial trap.Isabella's mother replied as if it were obvious, "You’re my daughter, so of course, it’s you who will pay it back! In our werewolf family, daughters are supposed to take care of their mothers' financial needs."Isabella gritted her teeth and shouted, her wolfish temper flaring. "But I’m not your only daughter! You have a clear preference, and it's not fair."Her mother, angered, snapped back, her own wolf instincts reacting to Isabella's defiance. "Why are you so petty? I didn’t raise your sister, so I can’t ask her for money. Besides, your sister is so frail and has many medical needs, and you can help her share the financial burden. What’s the harm in that? In our werewolf pack, the stronger should support the weaker."Isabella’s body trembled with ra

But Isabella quickly composed herself, her werewolf instincts kicking in to mask any sign of unease. She nonchalantly changed her shoes, her movements as smooth as a wolf's in the night, before heading upstairs. She walked past Nathan as if he were a mere shadow, not even worthy of her attention.Nathan’s anger surged, his wolf blood boiling. “Isabella, stop!” he growled, his voice echoing through the house, a clear display of his dominance attempt.Isabella paused on the stairs, turned, and looked down at him. Her werewolf eyes glinted in the dim light, showing a hint of defiance.“Is there something you need?”“Where did you go this late? Shouldn’t you explain yourself?” Nathan questioned, his wolf ears perked up, trying to catch any hint of deception in her answer.Isabella furrowed her brows. “I remember you saying earlier today that we should live our separate lives and not interfere with each other. So, where I go doesn’t seem to be your concern, does it? In our werewolf - like