The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329

3rd Person’s POV

The other students did not hesitate this time.

They gathered around Lylah in a slow, swelling circle. The air still carried the fading tension of the confrontation, but now it was laced with something brighter.

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Voices overlapped as they offered their congratulations, some bold, others shy. Al celebration outright, their excitement spilling over as though they needed to mark the moment before it slipped away.

Lylah inclined her head to each of them, her composure as steady as ever. Gratitude softened her expression, but only slightly. Celebration had never been something she sought.

“If Lady Lylah prefers something more private, we shouldn’t impose.”

The voice cut cleanly through the crowd.

Andrei stepped forward. His gaze flicked briefly across the group before settling on her.

“What matters is that everything has been resolved,” he continued. “She’ll want to spend this moment with those closest to her first. Give her space.”

A murmur of agreement followed, reluctant but respectful. One by one, they began to disperse.

Andrei met Lylah’s eyes and gave a small nod-nothing grand, but filled with quiet understanding.

It caught her off guard.

Outside the Lunar Grace building, the air bit sharply against the skin. Snow crunched beneath heavy steps as Eldric strode forward, his presence radiating heat that seemed to war against the cold itself.

The wolf beneath his skin was restless-snarling, pacing, furious.

He was nearly at his car when a voice called out, breathless but determined.

“Alpha Eldric, wait!”

He turned sharply.

A young female healer, her auburn hair catching the pale glow of the lanterns.

“I’m a friend of Cora’s,” she said quickly, lowering her head in a respectful gesture. “My name is Gwyn. I was inside the hall, and I saw everything. There’s something you should hear before you leave.”

Eldric’s eyes narrowed, his patience already worn thin. “Whether you’re that wretched girl’s ally or not is of no concern to me.”

“Eldric,” Daia interjected, “We should hear her out. She may offer a different perspective.”

Gwyn seized the opening immediately.

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“Yes,” She said quickly, her eagerness laced with just the right amount of restraint. The act came to her far more naturally than she had expected-smooth, convincing, almost effortless. “Cora has always been a good friend to me. And while I understand she made a mistake today… She has accomplished many things worth remembering. I think we’ve all forgotten that.”

Eldric’s expression darkened, the tension in his jaw turning rigid.

“What exactly are you implying?” His voice was low, edged with a warning growl. He had heard enough of anyone defending Cora.

“Tell me, Alpha, how many daughters could achieve what she has? To weave connections with so many of Lunaris’ most influential figures, even someone as formidable as Commander Ivar?”

There was a sweetness to her tone, but beneath it lay something sharper. Deliberate.

“Ah, not to mention how far she was willing to go for her mate before her own blood.”

A flicker of something crossed Eldric’s face.

“Speak clearly.”

Gwyn lowered her lashes, as if reluctant to speak-but spoke anyway.

“Alpha Rowan Blackfang has benefited the most from Cora’s privileges.”

The name dropped like a stone into still water.

“Alpha Eldric, you must have noticed how quickly he established himself here. The alliances, the influence. He was an outsider, yet he rose effortlessly. That wasn’t by chance. Your daughter supported him so much!”

The implication coiled in the air, sharp and unmistakable. Gwyn tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into something that almost resembled a smile.

“Cora is such a devoted daughter… a very loyal mate… a wonderful friend,” the sweetness in her tone just a shade too polished. “I just hope none of you have suddenly forgotten that.”

Silence followed.

Eldric stood motionless, his expression hardening into something carved from ice and iron. The fury in his aura didn’t fade-but it shifted, turning colder. Calculating.

Beside him, Daia and Orion exchanged uncertain glances, the ground beneath their certainty beginning to fracture.

Gwyn dipped her head once more, stepping back.

And with that, she turned and hurried away, her footsteps quick against the snow.

They watched her go-still, stunned, suspended in the aftermath of her words.

Only when she turned the corner did Gwyn allow her composure to slip.

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Her shoulders sagged slightly as she brought her phone to her car, her voice dropping to a murmur.

“Alpha Ezra,” she said, a faint edge of satisfaction threading through her tone, “I’ve done what you asked.”

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