Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 73

“According to this record, Miss Kaelani opened a personal bank account on the day that you claim she went missing—her eighteenth birthday.”

Whispers stirred again.

The Elder continued, unfazed.

“What raised further concern was a transaction made into that account on the exact same day. A deposit totaling seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars—”

His eyes lifted.

“—from your personal account.”

Gasps rippled through the chamber.

Across the aisle, Garrick’s mate Brielle turned sharply toward him, shock written plain on her face. His children shifted in their seats, stunned. Even Christian looked momentarily rattled.

Garrick straightened, mouth parting, a flicker of panic in his gaze.

“That—That’s impossible,” he stammered. “She must have hacked my account. Just like the records. She—she manipulated the whole thing!”

Kaelani’s control finally snapped.

“You lying bastard!” she screamed, her voice hoarse with fury. “You gave me that money!”

Before anyone could react, one of the guards at her side thrust a long wand toward her ribs. A burst of blue electricity arced out—sharp and blinding.

Kaelani’s body jerked violently as the charge hit.

She collapsed with a shriek, convulsing on the stone floor, wrists still bound, her body writhing in pain.

“What the fuck?!” Julian shot up again, rage exploding from his chest. He surged forward, but his father was faster—grabbing him and holding him back with a grunt of effort.

“Let me go!” Julian snarled.

The Elder’s voice cracked like thunder.

“Alpha Julian! Contain yourself!”

His tone dropped, warning thick in it.

“That is the last time I will say it.”

Julian stood seething, his chest heaving.

“Was that necessary?!” he shouted, glaring at the guard. “Tasing her?! For that?!”

The Elder turned toward the offending guard, face hard.

“Such force is reserved for those posing a threat, not for an outburst.” His voice cut deep. “You will not act out of order again. Am I understood?”

The guard immediately lowered his head.

“Yes, Elder. I understand. I apologize.”

Kaelani lay curled on the stone floor, breathing in shallow gasps, hair clinging to her damp face. And still—through it all—her eyes burned toward Garrick.

From across the chamber, Elara’s eyes seethed.

She watched Julian—tense, wild-eyed, protective.

His fury had ignited the moment Kaelani screamed.

He hadn’t even hesitated.

So fierce, so ready to defy the Elders… all for her.

The little bitch.

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