All Chapters of Let Them Kneel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sedan rolled to a stop on the tarmac, its engine purring low. Julian stepped out, buttoning his jacket calm and collectively, his gaze fixed on the figure emerging from the cabin.Elara appeared at the top, every inch composed elegance—silk dress catching the light, golden hair pinned to perfection, smile practiced but radiant. She descended quickly, heels clicking against the metal steps, and the moment her feet touched the ground, she rushed forward.“Julian,” she said breathlessly, arms sweeping around his neck as she rose onto her toes and kissed him full on the lips.The reaction was instant. His wolf recoiled. Not the usual stillness it had always shown with Elara. Not the neutral quiet it had held with every other woman he’d ever touched. No—this was visceral, sharp, a rejection that reverberated through him like a snarl locked behind his teeth.Elara only deepened the kiss, oblivious, clinging closer. To the watching world, Julian appeared calm, composed, every line of him

Kaelani jolted awake, breathless, her body arching against the sheets as if the dream still held her captive. A hot pulse shuddered low in her abdomen, shame heating her cheeks even in the empty room.Her breath caught as the fragments returned—the dream. His hands gripping her as if she belonged to him. The sound of his voice against her ear, rough and demanding. The way his name had ripped from her throat even as she tried to resist. The raw hunger in his eyes as he fucked her senseless until she shattered around him.She squeezed her eyes shut. Goddess, it had felt real. Too real. She had come in her sleep. And she came hard—to that asshole.Her pulse hammered in her ears. “It was just a dream,” she whispered into the stillness, forcing the words past dry lips. Kaelani pressed her thighs together, trembling, but it did nothing to ease the ache. She buried her face in her pillow, willing her racing heart to calm, willing the memory to fade.But the truth clung stubborn as his mark

The bakery had gone quiet after the morning rush, sunlight spilling across the empty tables. Tessa was perched on a stool, sipping her coffee while Kaelani worked dough at the prep table.“Every single one of these guys,” she announced, shoving her screen toward Kaelani, “has a fish. Why is holding a trout the new dick pic?”Kaelani shrugged. “At least the fish doesn’t lie about being six inches.”“STOP. Oh my God. I’d take a fish over this one—look.” Tessa held up her phone again. “He’s got a bathroom mirror selfie. Toilet in the background. And it’s…unflushed.”Kaelani made a face, wiping her flour-dusted hands on her apron. “Romantic. Nothing says ‘date me’ like floaters in the shot.”“Ugh, men are exhausting,” Tessa sighed, tossing her phone aside. “This one guy the other night tried to dirty-talk me, and you know what he came up with? ‘You like that big sausage?’”Kaelani blinked. “Sausage?”Tessa threw up her hands. “I swear, I almost asked him if he wanted me to wrap it in a bu

Julian’s grip tightened on her hips, holding her open as his tongue dove between her folds. He devoured her without restraint, slurping up her sweetness, his groans vibrating against her clit until she was writhing against the counter. The sounds—wet, obscene, relentless—filled the room, each stroke of his tongue dragging her higher.Kaelani’s knuckles went white against the wood, her chest pressed down as she gasped for breath. “Julian—” It was half a plea, half a warning.But then his tongue left her core, gliding higher, circling the tight ring of her asshole. The first flick made her jolt, her body seizing at the shock of it. But he pressed in, licking her there with ruthless focus, his tongue breaching her, penetrating her ass in deep, swirling strokes while his grip kept her still.A broken cry tore from her lips, her body trembling under the raw intensity.At the same time, his hand slid beneath her, fingers finding her soaked entrance. Two thick digits pushed inside her pussy,

Julian sat alone in his office, the early morning sun spilling across Kaelani’s file. His gaze lingered on the line he couldn’t let go of:Origin: Lycan. Secondary Origin: Unknown.His thumb brushed the edge of her photo, that grainy image of a too-young girl with storm-gray eyes. “What are you?” He whispered.His chest tightened. Unknown wasn’t an answer—it was a crack in the world that demanded filling. He’d already instructed Jace to dig deeper—pull strings, exhaust resources, even sift through DNA records of species thought long extinct. Anything to explain the mystery behind the woman who flipped his entire world upside down.The door swung open without warning.Julian snapped the file shut and shoved it into his desk drawer as Elara breezed in like she had long staked claim on the space.“You really need to learn how to knock,” he said, voice flat.She gave a lilting laugh, unbothered, and crossed the room. Her hands slid over his shoulders, kneading lightly. “You didn’t come to