Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 69

“I’m not joking.” Julian’s voice was level, emotionless.

Elara sat back slowly, eyes wide, her face blank as though slapped clean of expression. Her fingers dug into the arms of her chair.

Julian turned to her—not cold, but not gentle either.

“We’re not compatible, Elara. I see that clearly now. I hope… you can understand.”

Elara didn’t speak.

But her father did.

Alpha Garrick shoved back his chair and rose to his feet, fists clenched at his sides.

“You’re making a mistake, boy,” he growled, his composure slipping. “My daughter is a gem—respected, powerful. Any Alpha would be honored to call her Luna.”

“Then she won’t have any problem finding one,” Julian said, cool and unshaken.

Christian slammed his palm down on the table and stood next.

“How dare you disrespect her like this?” he snapped, glaring at Julian. “You’re a fool. My sister would make a great Luna.”

Julian didn’t flinch.

“Then let someone else have the honor.”

The silence that followed was heavier than before.

Elara let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh.

It started small—sharp, disjointed. Then it grew, twisting into something dark and jagged. A laugh with no joy, only venom. She stood slowly, pushing back her chair with an eerie calm.

“Does this have anything to do with your little Omega pet?” she purred.

Julian’s expression didn’t shift, but his eyes locked on hers—tightening, narrowing. His mind raced. How much does she know?

Elara’s smile stretched wider, predatory.

“I know everything,” she said sweetly. “I followed you, Julian. To that little town. I saw you with her.” Her voice dropped to a hiss. “The wolfless orphan? Kaelani?” She spat the name like it burned her tongue. “That’s who you’ve been obsessing over? That garbage?”

A heavy silence dropped over the table—until Alpha Garrick turned sharply toward his daughter, eyes narrowing like he’d seen a ghost.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded.

Christian blinked, sitting straighter.

“Kaelani?” he echoed, frowning. “Wait—Omega Kaelani? Gray-eyed Kaelani?”

“Oh, darling,” she cooed derisively, “I already took out the trash.”

Julian froze.

“I called the Council myself,” she continued, smiling like a viper. “She’ll be standing before the Elders by morning, awaiting her sentencing.” She leaned forward, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. “But don’t worry. I’m sure she’ll be ordered back to our pack. And when she is…” she tilted her head. “I’ll make sure she’s put to good use.”

The room stilled.

“As punishment, she’ll be our pack breeder,” Elara went on, eyes glittering, “we’ll assign her to satisfy the men with… uncontrolled ruts. I’m sure she can handle several wolves at once.”

A growl ripped from Julian’s chest, primal and furious.

In one violent motion, he overturned the heavy oak table with a deafening crash, dishes shattering as it slammed into the wall. He launched forward, claws out, eyes blazing black.

“YOU—”

Jace acted fast.

He stepped between them just in time, grappling Julian by the arms, straining to hold him back.

“Julian, no!”

On the other side, Alpha Garrick and Christian jumped to shield Elara, shoving her behind them.