The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Cora’s POV

That mutt had grown fangs.

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I didn’t know where Lylah had found that kind of boldness, but there was no denying it anymore-she had changed. Completely..

The girl who once shrank at the slightest guilt, the one who would hurt herself just to ease my displeasure,

was gone.

In her place stood someone else entirely.

Someone who had slapped me twice.

Someone who had dislocated Soren’s shoulder without hesitation when Iris fell.

And just now, someone who had learn how to speak to me with the same venom.

My jaw tightened as I stared after her retreating figure, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin.

Then-

My phone vibrated.

The sound snapped me from my thoughts. I glanced down, frowning at the unfamiliar number.

My frown deepened as I read the message.

‘Rowan isn’t as busy as you think. Not too busy to revisit his past. Not too busy to orchestrate something right under your nose.’

‘That night at the Coravia-Lunar Grace dinner, check the kitchen surveillance.’

“Then at the hotel when you wondered where he had gone for so long and the next thing you found was his men and his Beta dead.’

My breath caught.

My fingers tightened around the phone, trembling despite myself.

“Who is this?” I muttered under my breath, unease coiling tightly in my stomach.

I tried to call back.

Nothing.

The number didn’t connect. It couldn’t connect. A one-sided line.

Whoever sent this isn’t an amateur. And they knew too much.

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Chapter 213

My pulse quickened, my thoughts spiraling. Rowan fooling me? No. That didn’t make sense.

And yet the doubt had already taken root.

Finished

By the time I returned to my seat, the noise of the crowd felt distant, muffled beneath the storm building in my head.

Rowan hadn’t moved. He remained where I’d left him, speaking calmly with Jude as if nothing in the world had shifted.

But as I looked at him now…

Questions clawed at me.

Too many.

The cheers, the laughter, the pounding hooves in the arena-everything blurred into a dull hum.

Then-

“Lady Cora, look!”

Griselda’s voice cut through sharply.

I turned.

A pickup truck had pulled up near the entrance of the arena. Two Blackfang guards stepped down, gripping an enormous bouquet between them-lush, over-the-top blooms in shades of deep midnight and icy pale blue, so massive it took both of them to carry it.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, admiration rising like a tide.

They approached me and bowed.

“Lady Cora, this is for you.”

“For… me?” I glanced back at Rowan, my heart stuttering.

His gaze was already on me.

“You once said you wanted a holiday beneath a blue sky,” he said. “But I’ve been too busy to give you that.”

“Rowan…” At his words, every question, every flicker of doubt inside my head instantly dissolved, swept away by something warm and intoxicating. I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around him without hesitation. “Rowan, thank you. You’re so sweet to me.”

“Go on,” he murmured. “Take a closer look.”

I didn’t need to be told twice,

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