The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

3rd Person’s POV

The conference hall descended into uproar in a matter of heartbeats. Voices collided, rose, and fractured into a storm of opinion as the spectators finished comparing the works. The crowd reached the same conclusion as the judges-Lylah won.

All but one.

Corvin Vale’s finger lashed out toward Grimwood, accusation burning in his

gaze.

“Since the beginning of my career in the healing arts, I have never seen a student produce work like that. Few seasoned healers could. Don’t insult us all-I know you wrote it for her, Grimwood.”

Clark Grimwood only laughed. The sound carried a quiet confidence that grated against Vale’s fury. “So even you can admit my student is exceptional,” he replied lightly. Then his expression cooled, his eyes sharpening with something far less forgiving. “But no. You know me better than that. I would abandon the healing field itself before stooping to something so pitiful.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing, “And don’t pretend innocence, Vale. I am well aware you summoned Sable and Hilal before the judging began. You bribe them to vote for Cora.”

Vale’s face drained of color at once. His outrage collapsed into stunned silence.

Not far away, Cora’s composure cracked.

Her jaw clenched until it trembled, nails biting into her palms as fury surged through her veins. Her wolf clawed beneath her skin, restless and vicious, echoing the storm inside her.

“This is all that sly bitch’s fault.’

Lylah had set her up-fed her a hollow draft-and kept the real work hidden. Cora had walked straight into the trap, blind and eager.

Among the spectators, Rowan Blackfang stood rigid amidst the chaos.

He watched when everything unfolded-Eldric’s useless claim, everyone’s reactions, the way even the judges failed to conceal their admiration.

And Lylah… she shone.

His gaze found her as if pulled by an unseen force, and something inside him twisted sharply. Regret sank its claws deep into his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs.

‘Little moon,’ The name echoed in Rowan’s mind, heavy with something he had long buried. ‘You were always meant for this. If only I hadn’t given your spot away, if only I hadn’t chosen Cora that day!

The realization hit him with brutal clarity, leaving a bitter taste in its wake.

Across the chamber, Corvin Vale remained frozen, stripped of argument.

The truth had carved through his pride, leaving only a hollow, gnawing doubt in its wake.

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‘Why did I choose that useless girl as my student?’

The thought festered, growing sharper with every passing second. Each failure of Cora’s replayed itself in Vale’s mind, relentless.

‘Grimwood’s student should have been mine.

The realization twisted deeper, scraping against what remained of his composure.

Finally, Andrei stepped forward, his voice cutting cleanly through the lingering chaos. “So does anyone still wish to protest? Or have further claims to make?”

Silence answered him.

Andrei’s gaze shifted, settling on Eldric.

“Alpha Eldric, are you satisfied? Or do you still believe your daughter was wronged?”

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The Ironcrest Alpha stood rigid, his silence louder than any denial.

Andrei inclined his head once, as if the answer had already been given. “Then this matter is concluded.”

He turned back to the assembly, his voice rising just enough to carry through the hall.

“The winner of this year’s Best Paper in the Healing Department is Lady Lylah.”

The hall erupted.

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