From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 Desperate Calls

Third–Person POV:

“Chloe, where is Lillian?” Julian’s voice came through the phone, rough with barely controlled frustration.

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Chloe blinked groggily at the ceiling, her brain struggling to catch up. “Sleeping,” she mumbled. “Where else would she be at this

hour?”

“Where is she sleeping?”

“In my bed!”

She hung up without a second thought.

Unbelievable. The man couldn’t keep track of his own mate in the middle of the night, so he decided to bother everyone else about

t?

Back at the hospital, Julian’s expression had turned murderous.

“She never even went in?” His voice was ice wrapped around a core of barely contained fury.

She never went in. The whole time, she’d never been inside at all.

He’d underestimated her. Seriously underestimated her.

Thomas nodded, keeping his voice carefully neutral. “That’s right. Luna got out of the car halfway there.”

He’d only discovered Lillian hadn’t been processed when he’d called ahead to make sure the staff went easy on her. The news had caught him completely off guard.

What he didn’t mention–what he didn’t dare mention–was that Finn had been the one to pick her up.

As for where she’d gone after that, the trail had gone cold.

Julian closed his eyes, something dark flickering behind his lids. “Finn picked her up again.”

When Chloe had said she was in her bed just now, some of the tension had left his chest. He’d called Chloe hoping that if Lillian was okay, Chloe would know something after everything that went down yesterday.

He hadn’t expected them to be together.

Thomas gave a grim nod. “Yes.”

Julian said nothing.

The pressure in the room shifted–grew heavier, denser, like the air before a storm. It felt like he wanted to tear Gilneas City apart brick by brick.

“Where did they go after that?”

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Chapter 119 Shifting Dynamics

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Then she hurried after Eleanor, and the door clicked shut behind them.

Alone now, Iris finally snapped.

She swept her arm across the nightstand. Glass shattered. Lamps crashed. The sound of breaking things filled the room.

“AH-!” The scream tore out of her throat, raw and feral.

Her mother’s situation was barely starting to look bad, and Eleanor was already treating her like this?

Lillian’s words echoed in her head.

“You’ll end up just like me–nothing to do, rotting away on pack resources. Let’s see how much status you’ve got left in the Graves Pack then.”

She’d brushed it off before.

But what had Eleanor just said?

Her mother wasn’t even completely down yet! She hadn’t even lost her VP seat at Graves Group!

And Eleanor was already showing her displeasure. If her mother actually fell…

Something sharp and dangerous flickered in Iris‘ eyes.

They thought they could do to her what they’d done to Lillian?

Dream on. Her mother wouldn’t fall that easily.

As long as she was still the princess of the Hayes Pack, no one in this house would dare touch her.

Back in the hallway, Eleanor walked toward Julian’s hospital room without slowing down.

Hilda hurried to keep up, confusion written all over her face.

“Mom,” she said carefully, “what was all that back there? With Iris? You know how unstable she is right now. If she loses it again, she might actually hurt herself.”

Even though Eleanor hadn’t said it outright, both Iris and Hilda had caught the shift in her tone.

Eleanor’s expression stayed grim.

“I’ve heard things,” she said quietly. “About Margaret’s situation in the Western Continent. It’s… worse than we thought.”

Hilda frowned. “What do you mean, worse?”