Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 106

He snapped the notebook shut, then reopened it with dramatic flair, turning a few pages like an actor delivering a practiced monologue.

“Ah. Right here.”

He read aloud, tone dripping contempt:

“‘What am I supposed to do?’”

Draevyn looked up slowly, eyes locking with Julian’s across the table.

“‘Bring a wolfless Omega home and announce her as Luna?’”

He let the words hang.

“Sounds like you meant that one. Didn’t you, Mr. Hale?”

Julian turned toward Kaelani—and this time, she didn’t look away.

She wasn’t even trying to mask the pain in her expression.

Or maybe she just simply couldn’t.

The ache in her eyes pierced him in a way no weapon ever could.

“He’s taking my words out of context, Kaelani,” Julian said, his voice fraying at the edges.

He gestured toward Draevyn, like trying to swat away a shadow.

“Don’t you see what he’s trying to do?”

Draevyn circled the room with mock innocence, tapping the notebook against his palm.

“What I’m trying to do,” he said almost gently, “is help her see the truth.”

His gaze flicked to Kaelani, his tone softening—but only slightly.

“That’s not even the worst of it, Kaelani.”

He stopped just behind her, silver eyes glinting.

“The worst part is… deep down, since the very night he scented you, he knew you were his mate.”

Draevyn met Julian’s eyes, his expression carved from stone.

“He felt it in his bones. In his soul. But he also knew what claiming you would mean… what he’d be forced to give up.”

Kaelani turned to Julian, searching his face.

“Is that true?” she asked softly.

“Did you know we were mates?”

Julian hesitated—his mouth opened, then closed again.

His eyes darted from Kaelani to Draevyn, then back.

“I wasn’t a hundred percent sure,” he finally muttered.

Draevyn clapped a hand to his chest in mock sympathy.

“Oh? Not a hundred?”

He began circling again, tone biting.

“What was it, then? Fifty? Sixty? Seventy? Eighty?”

He leaned in, eyebrows raised.

Finally, he looked at her—guilt heavy in his eyes.

“I knew there was a good chance… that you were my mate,” he answered, voice cracking.

The world twisted again.

Walls peeled away like paper. Light bled out—then:

Order in the court.

Julian now sat in a wooden witness box, hands gripping the rail. A spotlight glared down from a vaulted courtroom ceiling. Mahogany walls loomed around him, and rows of shadowed figures filled the benches—faceless, yet undeniably present.

Draevyn commanded the center aisle, now dressed in a flawlessly tailored navy suit. His hair was neatly parted and swept to the side, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose. He looked like he’d walked out of a high-profile legal drama—and was absolutely thriving in it.

“Ah-ha!” he declared, spinning on his heel and pointing at the witness stand.

“We have a confession, Your Honor.”

He turned toward the bench, lips curled into a victorious smirk.

“Let the record show—the accused admitted he suspected the bond and failed to act.”

Kaelani, seated high above in the judge’s chair, blinked—then reached up in confusion.

A thick, powdered white wig sat atop her head.

“What the—” she muttered, yanking it off and tossing it behind her in irritation.

She leaned forward, eyes narrowing at Draevyn.

“That’s enough, Draevyn.”