From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 An Ultimatum Delivered

Third–Person POV:

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Under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp outside Noir, Victor lowered his phone–he had it on speaker. Lillian’s icy dismissal, “You should call Iris,” hung sharply in the cool night air.

Julian’s expression, illuminated by the dim light, darkened completely, becoming bleaker than the surrounding night.

A black Maybach glided silently to the curb. Finn glanced at the understated but exorbitantly expensive mechanical watch on his wrist and pulled open the passenger door.

The window was halfway down, revealing the man’s clean, sharply defined profile in the play of light and shadow–even more distinct, and radiating an untouchable aloofness.

Finn, who had been largely silent all evening, suddenly turned his head at that moment. His sharp, blue eyes fixed on Julian standing by the roadside.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clear and penetrating, “This time, whose side are you on?”

At his words, both Liam and Victor instinctively turned to look at Julian.

Hearing the question, Julian’s face grew so stormy it seemed to suck the light from the streetlamp. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Finn’s eyes narrowed slightly, then opened again, their depths darker and colder than the midnight sky. “I support your decision to sever the mate bond.”

Liam and Victor were stunned. What was Finn playing at?

On Julian’s face, a violent, turbulent aura instantly gathered, the oppressive pressure of a dominant Alpha beginning to leak uncontrollably into the space around them.

Before he could retort, Finn had already withdrawn that piercing gaze. The car window glided upward, sealing his icy, impassive profile inside the vehicle.

The engine purred to life. Just as it began to pull away, Finn’s brief, clear instruction to the driver filtered through the closing window. “Drive.”

The next moment, the luxury sedan slid silently yet swiftly into the flow of traffic, disappearing down the boulevard.

Liam and Victor exchanged another glance, then both looked warily at Julian, who radiated a palpable back off energy.

They couldn’t comprehend why Finn, who typically showed zero interest in others‘ personal dramas and was a man of few words, would suddenly intervene and voice an opinion on such a matter. And was it just an opinion? What business did an outsider have endorsing something as final as bond severance?

Julian’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles white. The suppressed, violent energy around him seemed to frost the very air. He had called them out to drink away his frustration, but now, with the night ending, his mind felt not clearer, but more tangled and chaotic.

Just then, as if oblivious to the simmering rage, Victor stroked his chin and muttered thoughtfully, “Finn and Lillian… They don’t really have any connection, do they?”

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Chapter 19 An Ultimatum Delivered

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Two people who appeared to move in completely separate orbits–why did Finn’s attitude just now vaguely feel like… he was taking Lillian’s side?

Julian’s expression turned utterly black, like the bottom of a scorched pot.

Liam quickly shot Victor a sharp shut up look.

By the time Julian returned to the hospital, dawn was lightening the sky.

He went straight to Lillian’s room, only to find it empty. Eleanor sat alone in a chair by the window, her expression grim.

Julian’s brow furrowed instantly, an Alpha’s displeasure thickening the air. “What are you doing here? Where is Lillian?”

His tone carried clear accusation.

Hearing it, Eleanor felt her own frustration spike. She retorted irritably, “Don’t look at me like that, and don’t assume I had anything to do with it. When I arrived, the room was already empty”

She paused, then couldn’t resist adding in her habitual, lecturing tone, “I know she’s upset right now. But Iris‘ situation is exceptional–she’s postpartum, her body and mind are fragile, and the pups need stability. Even for your late brother Ethan’s sake, you should show more…”

Iris again.

A fresh wave of corrosive irritation washed over Julian. He looked coldly at Eleanor, his eyes holding a warning that his patience

was threadbare.

Eleanor stiffened under his gaze, the rest of her sentence dying in her throat. In the tense silence, Julian’s phone buzzed.

It was Thomas.

Julian answered directly, his voice even colder and harder than before. “Report.”

“Alpha, we have a situation.” Thomas‘ grave voice came through the line.

Almost simultaneously, Eleanor’s phone also rang. She answered, hearing only an urgent voice on the other end. “Mrs. Graves, there’s a problem.”

“What is it?” Eleanor’s face instantly tightened.

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