Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 98

She let out a quiet, involuntary moan, eyes fluttering shut. “Is everything better here?” she murmured to no one in particular.

When she opened her eyes again, Draevyn was watching her with the barest hint of amusement.

“Thank you,” she said, setting the cup down gently. “After breakfast, if someone could just show me the way, I’ll be out of your hair.”

Draevyn leaned back, sipping from his own cup. “You teleported here on your own,” he said. “All you have to do is return the way you arrived.”

Kaelani’s heart sank into her stomach.

The lightness she’d just found in the warmth of coffee dissolved instantly as the reality of Draevyn’s words settled in her chest.

“I… don’t know how I got here,” she admitted quietly, setting the cup down. “I didn’t even know I could teleport. My powers just—appeared. I don’t know how to use them.”

Draevyn’s gaze slid down the length of her jumpsuit again.

“Judging by the… charming ensemble, I’d say wherever you came from, you were the prisoner.”

Kaelani tensed.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowed but not unkind. “What drove you to retreat into the Fae realm? Were you running from someone? And if so… will you be forced to keep running when you return?”

Kaelani hesitated, her fingers curling around the cup once more, not for warmth—but for something to anchor her.

“I was running from the Lycan Council,” she said, voice low. “They planned to send me back to a place that was a living hell for me. And when my powers surfaced… they were afraid. I saw it in their eyes. They didn’t understand what I was. So they tried to lock me away.”

Draevyn’s expression darkened, his mouth twisting with something between disdain and disbelief. “So you want to return… and become their little lab rat?”

Her gaze dropped to the table, but her mind had already slipped away. Back to those nights—those dreams that didn’t feel like dreams at all. Julian’s hands—possessive and trembling—gripping her thighs. His mouth trailing down her skin, his voice hoarse as he whispered her name. The way their bodies moved in rhythm, desperate and unrestrained, until the world around them fractured into stars. Heat flushed her chest at the memory of his teeth grazing her nipples, his breath ragged against her neck as he gave in to the instinct and marked her again.

The pleasure had been overwhelming. But worse—so had the connection.

She felt it even now, like an old scar itching beneath the surface. Her wolf stirred inside her, rising in a low, aching whimper. Mine, the creature whispered, pining for what they’d left behind—prowling restlessly inside, claws raking at her chest.

Kaelani swallowed hard and blinked, willing herself back into the present. She shoved the memory away like it meant nothing—like it hadn’t just unraveled her all over again.

But Draevyn was watching her intently, elbows resting on the table, his expression unreadable. The silence between them grew taut and uncomfortable.

Then, softly, Draevyn leaned forward. “Let me help you unlock your true potential,” he said. “You are a powerful Fae, Kaelani. Destined for greatness. I can teach you to master your gifts. And the next time you return to your realm… or any realm…” His silver eyes glinted. “You’ll be untouchable.”

Kaelani thought carefully about his offer, weighing it from every angle.