Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 90

And Vanessa—Julian’s mother—brought a hand to her lips. Not in horror, not in outrage, but in something deeper. Her expression softened, eyes shining with a sudden, quiet gravity as she looked at her son—like she was seeing a truth she hadn’t dared hope for.

James didn’t miss a beat.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, voice clipped and cold. “One of the Alphas I called a favor in from? He’s good pals with a Council member. He’s the reason your asses aren’t still in those cells. And guess what—he has a daughter.”

Julian’s eyes narrowed.

James continued, undeterred. “You’ll court her. Show some respect. Do something right for once.”

Julian stared at his father like he was trying to process a sentence spoken in a foreign language. “Did you not just hear what I said?” he bit out. “I have a mate.”

James gave a careless shrug. “If you think I’ll allow you to officially claim her, think again. It’s not happening. She’s on the run for crying out loud.”

The growl that tore through Julian’s chest was raw and visceral. It echoed in the confined space of the limo, his fury no longer simmering but boiling over.

“I don’t need your fucking permission.”

James’s eyes flickered black—his wolf rising without warning.

He leaned forward, a low warning growl building in his throat.

“Oh, but you do,” he said, voice a deadly snarl. “Unless you want to go back to that cell, Julian, I swear to the Goddess—I’ll turn this car right back around. Don’t test me.”

The tension in the limo coiled like a live wire—every breath tight, every second brimming with the threat of violence.

“Enough—both of you.”

Vanessa said firmly, her voice the first to cut through the crackling silence. “We are not doing this here. Everyone’s emotions are high. When we’re all level-headed, we’ll sit down and talk—as a family. But not like this. Not when you’re one second away from tearing each other apart.”

Julian didn’t respond. He just exhaled sharply through his nose and turned back toward the window, rage simmering behind his eyes. There was no getting through to his father. There never had been.

Then another voice broke the silence.

“You won’t be dragging my son into your chaos anymore.”

Jace’s father’s tone was cold and direct, his eyes locked on Julian.

Jace immediately shook his head. “I wasn’t dragged into anything. I acted on instinct. Like any Beta would—I followed my Alpha.”

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