From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184 The Slap Marks.

Third–Person POV:

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Lillian’s voice came through the phone, cool and deliberate. “I’ve already had the termination papers delivered to Julian. I’d like to collect the signed copy from you tomorrow, if possible.”

Eleanor remained silent on the other end.

“Considering how much you despise me right now,” Lillian continued, her tone needle–sharp, “this shouldn’t be too difficult for you, should it?”

She kept pushing, prodding–anything to ensure Julian actually signed the documents this time. No mistakes, no delays.

Lillian repeated “termination papers” like a mantra, which was exactly what Eleanor wanted too. Yet there was something in her delivery–a faint, grating smugness, as if she were the one condescending to end things with Julian. It made Eleanor’s blood boil.

Eleanor shouted, “What do you mean?”

She already loathed Lillian, but that sarcastic, superior edge clawed right under her skin. What was she implying–that Eleanor enjoyed meddling in her son’s mating bond?

Eleanor wished she could reach through the receiver and slap that attitude right off her face.

“What I’m asking,” Lillian pressed, smooth and controlled, “is whether I can expect the signed papers from you tomorrow.”

If she left it to Julian alone, she knew he’d find some way to stall or scheme his way out of it. But if his own mother kept hounding him? He might just buckle under the pressure.

And that was precisely what Lillian was counting on. This suffocating, miserable bond–she was more than ready to sever it for good.

Eleanor seethed at Lillian’s arrogant tone. “Don’t worry. You’ll get them.”

Then she added, voice low and venomous, “In a city like Gilneas, without Julian’s protection, let’s see who’ll shield you then.”

Did Lillian really think cozying up to Finn would keep her safe? The elders of the Livingston Pack weren’t gentlefolk. The only reason they hadn’t torn into her yet was because she still carried Julian’s mate status.

Once that was gone, given how blatantly she’d been flinging herself at Finn, the Livingston old–guards would eat her alive.

“Then I’ll await your good news,” Lillian replied, her cheerful lilt like a spark to gunpowder.

Good news? As if Julian signing those papers was some kind of gift to Eleanor. She’d been wanting Lillian out of the Graves Pack for what felt like an eternity.

Eleanor slammed the phone down, fury simmering beneath her skin. She stormed into Iris‘ hospital room.

Iris‘ eyes were puffy and red–she’d clearly been crying. Hilda was there too, hovering near the bed.

“Iris, about the pup… you have to stay strong,” Eleanor said, her own heart heavy with the loss.

When Iris looked up and noticed Eleanor’s swollen cheek, her expression shifted to shock. “Eleanor… your face. What happened?

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Chapter 184 The Slap Marks

Did someone… hit you?”

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It was clearly a slap–one side of Eleanor’s face was noticeably puffier than the other, the asymmetry obvious even in the dimmed hospital light.

Hilda followed Iris‘ gaze and jolted. “Mom, your face! Who did that?”

Leaning closer, she could make out the faint, uneven marks of fingers–one particularly harsh line still raised and red. Definitely a slap.

Eleanor’s expression darkened. “Let’s not talk about it.”

Just mentioning it stoked the fire inside her.

Lillian. That ill–bred Omega.

Eleanor had always suspected that a woman raised in an orphanage, with no family backing her, would have a feral streak.

And she’d been right.

The bond wasn’t even formally dissolved yet, and Lillian had already dared to raise a hand to her.

“Who was it?” Hilda pressed, anxiety sharpening her voice. “Who would dare touch you?”

Eleanor’s lips curled bitterly. “Who else? That orphanage–raised stray who probably cursed her own bloodline to ruin.”

Before the tragedy with the pup–and out of some strained deference to Julian–Eleanor had held her tongue, avoiding the crudest

insults.

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