Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 66

Kaelani slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the quiet house like a warning shot. She tossed her keys onto the coffee table with a sharp clatter, pacing once before sinking onto the edge of the couch.

Her heart was still racing. Her lips still tingled.

What the hell was that?

One minute he was rambling nonsense, the next—gripping her like he couldn’t stand the thought of her slipping away. Kissing her like she was air and he was drowning.

Now he wants her?

No. No, this had to be something else. A mind game. A conquest. Something to prove to himself—maybe even punish her for making him feel things he didn’t want to feel. Her stomach twisted.

Am I a fucking game to him?

A knock at the door made her flinch.

She froze, eyes locked on the wood like it had personally betrayed her. Her pulse kicked harder.

It better not be him.

Another knock—sharper this time. More persistent.

Jaw tight, she rose, yanking the door open mid-sentence. “You just don’t give up, do y—”

But it wasn’t Julian.

It was a polished blonde in a designer coat, heels too clean for small-town dust, and a smile sharp enough to cut glass.

Elara.

“Well, if it isn’t the little Omega rat,” she purred, eyes glittering with venom.

Kaelani’s eyes widened the moment she saw who stood on the other side of the door.

Instinctively, she went to slam it shut.

But Elara was faster.

“What a quaint little place you’ve got here,” she said. “So… domesticated. Like a stray mutt playing house and pretending she belongs somewhere.”

Kaelani didn’t flinch. “What do you want, Elara?”

Elara took a slow, deliberate step closer. There was venom in her eyes — not the kind that burned fast and hot, but the cold, calculating kind that waited years to strike.

“There’s a lot I want,” she said, her voice low and laced with restrained fury. “A lot I held in the palm of my hand. And never — not in a thousand lifetimes — did I think someone like you would come along and try to rip it away.”

Kaelani blinked, genuinely baffled. “What are you talking about? I left that pack years ago. Moved across the damn country just to get away from all of you.”

Elara’s lip curled. “Not far enough. Just close enough for my Julian to get snared like some lovesick hound dog by your little Omega heat.”

Kaelani’s stomach dropped. “Wait… You and Julian—?”

Elara’s smile was slow and scalding. “Now she gets it.”

Elara’s heels clicked against the floor as she stepped closer, her voice brimming with contempt. “You’ve got his head all twisted, you know that? He’s not thinking straight. He’s forgetting who he is. What matters.”