The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

3rd Person’s POV

Finished

The treatment center had only just begun to stir to life. Wolves moved through the halls in quiet efficiency, their footsteps soft against polished floors, their scents weaving together in a subtle, restless current. Zyrelle stepped into it all with effortless composure.

Her sharp gaze swept the corridor-and quickly landed on the Beta of Moonclaw, stationed just outside Ezra’s ward.

He looked strained.

“Lady Zyrelle,” Damon greeted, though there was a stiffness to his posture, a faint pallor to his face. “Are you here to see Alpha Ezra?”

‘I am.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed his expression. “I would advise not, for now. He would prefer not to be disturbed.”

‘Oh?” Zyrelle arched a brow. “So he can order me at his convenience to watch over his Luna, but when I wish to speak with him, I’m to be turned away?” Her lips curved faintly. “I think not, Damon. I’ve indulged hat selfish cousin of mine long enough.”

Without waiting for permission, she brushed past him and pushed open the door.

Inside, the room was quiet.

Ezra wasn’t in bed. He stood by the window instead, tall and composed, the morning light casting a pale glow along his figure.

Zyrelle approached, her gaze sweeping over him with clinical precision.

“Tell me,” she drawled, tilting her head slightly, “Does your mysterious illness now include allergic reactions?” Her eyes flicked to his lips. “Or is there another explanation for that?”

Ezra didn’t so much as flinch.

“Not an allergy,” he said calmly. “Kissing.”

Zyrelle blinked.

Once.

Twice.

For a brief moment, even she looked genuinely caught off guard. Then she exhaled slowly, catching the faint, lingering scent in the air-

Lylah.

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12:49 pm

Chapter 227

Ah.

So that was why Damon had looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

99 Finished

“Where is your little storm of a Luna?” Zyrelle muttered, folding her arms. “Honestly Ezra, you played me. You had me believing she was some quiet, calm woman.” Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“She is anything but.”

Ezra’s gaze shifted toward her, curious now. “Explain.”

Zyrelle let out a breath, equal parts disbelief and reluctant admiration. “Do you have any idea what your Luna did yesterday? At Blackfang?”

And then she told him.

Everything.

The arena. The chaos. The rampaging mare. Lylah throws herself into danger without hesitation- claiming control where no one else dared.

Zyrelle recounted it all, her tone laced with incredulity, though beneath it lingered something else.

Respect.

“I thought watching over her would be effortless,” she said dryly. “Instead, I found myself bargaining with the Ironcrest Alpha, paying an absurd fortune for a single horse, and rushing it to Lunaris before your dear Luna decided to tear the entire arena apart for it.”

Silence followed.

Then-

A slow, unmistakable pride settled into Ezra’s expression.

“I never said my Luna was easy,” he replied. “If she chooses something… she will see it through.”

Zyrelle huffed softly. “Choosing is one thing. Nearly getting herself killed over a half-grown foal is another.” She shook her head. “If that insufferable Cora had laid a hand on that horse, I don’t doubt your Luna would have lost control entirely.”

Her lips twitched faintly.

“You’ve found yourself a dangerous little creature, Ezra.”

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