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Chapter Fifty-Three
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Let Them Kneel Chapter Fifty-Five
Draevyn stepped forward from the center of the courtroom, the theatrics gone from his voice. It was softer now—each word landing with the weight of a verdict.“I hope it’s enough,” he said, eyes fixed not on Julian, but on Kaelani.“I hope it’s enough to convince you… that you deserve far more than anything he’s ever offered you.”Kaelani lowered her gaze, lashes casting shadows across her face. She didn’t argue. Didn’t speak. She just stared down at the bench before her—shoulders tense, like Draevyn’s words had splintered something she hadn’t realized was still breakable.Julian rose from the stand with force, the wooden chair scraping back behind him.“No,” he said, voice hoarse.He stepped toward her, desperation in every line of his body.“Kaelani, look at me. Not him—look at me.”Her eyes lifted slowly, locking with his.“This guy is giving you a twisted version of everything.”His voice cracked as he pressed a hand to his chest.“Yeah, I was scared. I acted like a complete fucki
Let Them Kneel Chapter Fifty-Four
A slow clap broke the silence.Clap.Clap.Clap.Draevyn rose from his throne with leisured grace, the sound of his palms meeting echoing through the endless chamber like the closing of a chapter. His expression was unreadable at first — somewhere between entertained and unimpressed.He descended from the dais, vines curling up like living stairways—unfurling and braiding themselves beneath his boots with every step. The steps dissolved behind him, as if the room bent itself to his will—a display not of power, but of dominance.He stopped just before them and tilted his head, gaze flicking to Julian with cool, amused detachment.“Quite the performance.”His tone was rich with feigned praise, like a spectator congratulating a tragic play’s lead for dying well.“Truly, I was moved.”Kaelani stepped slightly forward, confused but unshaken.“What are you doing?”Julian moved instinctively in front of her, his voice low and laced with fury.“Who the hell are you?”Draevyn didn’t flinch. If
Let Them Kneel Chapter Fifty-Three
The night was black as pitch, the only light coming from the high beams slicing through the empty road ahead. Julian’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles tight, his eyes fixed on the never-ending stretch of asphalt. Fourteen hours straight behind the wheel and it was starting to catch up with him.He rolled the window down an inch, letting the icy air slap his face. It helped—a little. He blinked hard, forcing his vision to stay sharp, then inhaled deeply through his nose. The crisp air filled his lungs, but it didn’t clear the fog settling over his mind.The road was hypnotic. Endless. And dangerous when paired with a man running on fumes.Jace had wanted to stop back in the last town, even suggested they crash at some rundown motel just off the highway. But Julian had insisted they push forward. His wolf had demanded it—restless, agitated, refusing to wait. Every mile closer felt like another inch toward Kaelani. Stopping hadn’t been an option.But now, in the middle of nowh
Let Them Kneel Chapter Fifty-Two
The cabin was still.Muted morning light filtered through the narrow windowpanes, brushing the wooden floor in soft, slanted beams. Julian stood near the window, coffee mug in hand, steam curling upward and vanishing into the silence. His eyes, however, remained fixed on the trees outside—dark evergreens crowding the horizon, unmoving, unfeeling. Unlike him.Behind him, the sound of footsteps and the clink of ceramic broke the quiet.Jace appeared in the open kitchen, shirt rumpled, hair sticking up in a way that proved he tossed and turned all night.Jace poured himself a cup, then leaned against the counter, watching him.“You even sleep?” he asked, voice rough, still groggy.Julian didn’t turn. “An hour. Maybe two.”He took another slow sip, then set the mug down and crossed to the table—cluttered with open books, maps, scattered notes, and a laptop that had died sometime during the night. He pressed his fingers to his temple, jaw tense.“Any updates from your contacts?” he asked,
Let Them Kneel Chapter Fifty-One
Kaelani stepped into the dining room—a more intimate space than the grand hall, though no less striking. The arched ceiling was framed by carved oak beams, and wall sconces glowed with a warm, flickering light, complimenting the stunning chandelier that hung just overhead. A long table stretched between two thronelike chairs at either end, their high backs carved from dark wood and upholstered in deep plum velvet. They looked regal, but surprisingly comfortable—clearly designed for both power and poise.Soraya dipped into a deep bow, her arm sweeping elegantly across her middle as she addressed Lord Draevyn, who sat at the far end with his fingers steepled beneath his chin.“My lord, she refused the dresses.”Kaelani didn’t wait to be told where to sit. She crossed to the opposite end of the table and took her place—still dressed in her wrinkled gray jumpsuit from the mortal world.Her gaze flicked toward Draevyn—he was watching her already, silver eyes unreadable.“Were they not to
Let Them Kneel Chapter Fifty
Kaelani stirred.For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming. The bed beneath her was too soft, the sheets too smooth. The scent in the air—wild jasmine and something unfamiliar. It wasn’t her bakery. It wasn’t her home. It wasn’t anywhere she knew.Her eyes blinked open slowly.The room was beautiful. That was the first word her mind could form. High-vaulted ceilings. Stone walls softened by velvet drapes. Moonlight spilled through narrow windows, illuminating carved furniture and delicate, crystalline sconces that glimmered like stars. A place out of a storybook—or a hallucination.But the ache in her body, the heaviness in her limbs, the storm still churning low in her stomach… that was real.A knock at the door broke through her haze.Three sharp raps, then silence.Kaelani didn’t move.The knock came again—softer this time, more hesitant.She swallowed, pushing the covers off and slowly setting her bare feet on the cool stone floor. Her legs were shaky, her breath unsteady.
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