From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240 A Taste of Their Own Medicine

Third–Person POV:

“Graves Estate isn’t the pack territory, though,” Illian remarked.

Julian’s gaze sharpened. “What are you trying to say?”

“What I’m saying is that I’m your mate, Julian. I’m part of the Graves Pack. So naturally, I have the right to live at the estate, don’t I?”

Julian fell silent, his expression unreadable.

“Weren’t they always begging me to come back?” Lillian went on, her tone deceptively light. “Not just during the holidays–even on regular days when you were at work, they’d call and insist I return.

“So what’s the issue now? I’m back, and suddenly they’re not happy?” She shrugged, a faint smile touching her lips. “I think it’s perfect. They loved having me around to attend to them so much–now I’m just making it permanent.”

At the word “attend,” Julian took a slow, heavy drag from his cigarette. “Since when have you ever been this… compliant?”

Before, Eleanor had given plenty of orders–but had Lillian ever listened?

Back then, everyone said an Omega from Lillian’s background marrying into the Graves Pack would be walked all over.

Eleanor had believed it too.

In the beginning, she’d even demanded Lillian come to the manor every single day to prepare lunch for the entire pack.

And how had Lillian responded?

She’d simply ignored it. She couldn’t even be bothered to pretend–forget keeping up appearances for a few days, she hadn’t spared it a second thought.

“You never listened to a word they said before,” Julian said, his voice low. “So why start obeying now?”

“Because I feel like it now,” Lillian replied coolly “Being your Luna is exhausting. When I didn’t listen, all of you were upset. Now that I’m listening, you’re still upset. You’re incredibly difficult to please.”

Julian had no reply.

Just then, Eleanor and Hilda hurried into the hall–they’d rushed back as soon as they heard Julian was home. Iris trailed behind them, having met them at the entrance.

The first thing they walked into was Lillian’s remark about them being “difficult to please.”

It nearly sent Eleanor to an early grave.

She pointed a trembling finger at Lillian. “I’m difficult to please? You call what you did today attending to me?”

After everything Lillian had put them through, she still had the nerve to claim she was serving them.

Since when had she become so shameless? How could anyone be so brazen?

Eleanor was so furious she felt lightheaded.

“I brought the whole staff back here just for you, Lillian said, spreading her hands mildly. “Isn’t that sincere enough?”

Eleanor, Hilda, and Iris were all struck speechless.

Julian remained silent, watching.

“I came back with every intention to serve,” Lillian continued, her tone shifting subtly. “But you wouldn’t even let me. All I did was… inspect the takeout you ordered, and you refused to eat it.

“If that isn’t being difficult to please,” she said, her voice sharpening, “then what is?”

Eleanor nearly choked. “Inspect? You were clearly tampering with it!”

She had never seen Lillian act with such audacity.

After a day of going hungry, their stomachs practically glued to their spines, after all the chaos Lillian had stirred–here she was, bragging to Julian about bringing people back to serve them.

The sheer nerve of it.

Lillian turned her eyes to Julian. “You hear that?”

Eleanor’s heart dropped as she watched Lillian look straight at Julian.

What was she doing? What was she implying?

Julian’s cold gaze swept over Eleanor and Hilda. Even when it briefly passed Iris, there was no warmth in it.

“You–you’re twisting everything!” Eleanor sputtered. “Julian, don’t listen to her lies. When you’re not around, she’s nothing like this.”

Acting. This two–faced Omega. Since when had he learned to put on an act?

Before, hadn’t she always scorned pretense? Even when explaining herself to Julian, her words had been stiff and clumsy.

Now she made it sound like they were the ones who’d wronged her.

“The pack lost all those properties today,” Eleanor pressed, voice shaking with rage. “She’s behind it. I’m telling you, I won’t let this go.”

All those beautiful homes–prime locations, each a standalone luxury villa.

Each worth millions, some even pushing billions.

And now they were gone.

Vanished. Just like that.

Everything under her name–gone. Everything under Hilda’s name–gone. Everything under Iris‘ name–gone.

All of it.

In a single day, vast stretches of the Graves Pack real estate holdings had evaporated. All that remained was this manor.

And if they let Lillian stay here much longer, she’d probably burn the manor down too while they were asleep one night.

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