Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Kaelani woke with a gasp, the dream clinging to her like fog–his scent still lingering, pain hollowing her chest. For a moment, she didn’t move. Her hands gripped the sheets, her throat tight with the words she hadn’t spoken.

Her lashes fluttered. A tear slipped down her temple, soaking into the pillow.

She sat up slowly, as if the weight of it all might pin her down again. Her hands moved to her face- brushing away the wetness, steadying herself with a deep, shaky breath.

But the ache didn’t fade. It thickened.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, the night air cool against her bare skin. Her robe hung across the chaise like a ghost of calm. She yanked it on and crossed the chamber in silence.

The hallway beyond was dim, lit only by flickering sconces that cast long shadows across the walls. She paused in the doorway, then called out softly–barely above a whisper.

“Draevyn?”

Nothing.

She tried again–louder this time, her voice edged with frustration.

“Draevyn.”

Still nothing.

Her jaw clenched as she moved briskly down the corridor, the hem of her robe sweeping behind her. Her voice rang out once more–raw and cutting.

“Draevyn!”

At the base of the staircase, a figure stepped into view. Soraya’s brows lifted in gentle concern, her hands clasped before her as if trying not to startle an injured creature.

“Your Grace,” she said softly. “Is everything alright?”

Kaelani didn’t slow. Her footsteps echoed as she descended.

“Where is he?”

Soraya hesitated. “He’s in a sanctum chamber. Meditating. He gave orders not to be disturbed.”

Kaelani let out a sharp laugh–furious, breathless.

“Oh, he doesn’t want to be disturbed?” she muttered bitterly. “Well, neither did I.”

Before Soraya could respond, another voice cut through the hall–low, amused, and unmistakably Draevyn’s.

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“You call for me like a wife calls for a wayward husband,” came his drawl from the top of the grand staircase. “Should I be afraid?”

Kaelani turned and locked eyes with him, every nerve ablaze.

“You had no right interfering with my dream–walk,” she snapped.

It wasn’t just accusation–it was disbelief, violation, and fury all tangled into one.

“You’re right,” he said, descending a step.

“But I wasn’t about to let him twist your bond into a leash.”

His gaze never wavered.

“You may not see it yet, but he was trying to drag you back into chains–and I won’t apologize for cutting them first.”

Kaelani’s fists clenched at her sides, the weight of his words still burning in her chest.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” she bit out. “I don’t need a guard dog–and I can handle my own affairs. My relationship with Julian doesn’t concern you.”

Draevyn’s expression didn’t falter. His voice was calm–too calm–but every word struck with precision. “And yet… if it wasn’t for me, you’d still be clinging to the illusion that he ever saw you as enough.”

He descended another step, eyes glinting like steel.

“It took seeing your power for him to finally think you were worth a second look.”

The words sank deep, slicing through something tender. Her wolf stirred with a low snarl, bristling at the audacity more than the cruelty.

Kaelani’s voice cracked–not from weakness, but from the storm building behind her restraint.

“You don’t know him.”

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