Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 22

She was fucking beautiful.

Not in the way Elara was, all polish and performance—makeup sculpted, hair smoothed to gloss, ensembles stitched in precision and expectation. Elara’s beauty demanded attention. Kaelani’s simply existed. Raw. Unforgiving. Impossible to ignore.

The kind of beauty that made his wolf ignite, fierce and insistent, as though it had been waiting for this moment.

Kaelani leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as if bracing herself. Her voice was steady, but there was an edge beneath it. “Your Beta already told you the results, I assume?”

“Yes.”

“I took two more myself,” she added, tone sharp as a blade. “Both negative. Just in case one wasn’t enough for you.”

For a beat, neither moved. Neither blinked. Then her hand moved to the collar of her shirt, tugging it down to bare the faint scar at the curve of her neck. “Your mark is gone. Just a scar left in its place. I can’t do anything about that, unfortunately.”

Julian’s gaze caught there, lingering a beat too long, jaw tightening. Deep inside, a dangerous growl pressed against his ribs. He forced it down, swallowing hard before dragging his eyes away. “Are you taking the suppressants?”

“I have them.”

“You need to start,” he pressed, voice dropping lower, harder. “Too many unmated males pass through here. If you slip into heat again—” his jaw ticked, “you don’t want to cause more…problems.”

The words struck like a blow. Kaelani’s spine went rigid, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.”

Julian’s hand flexed against the table, every muscle in his body tensing. He had to hold himself back from arguing, but the wolf inside him snarled at her defiance.

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