The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 346

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The Betrayed Princess Rising

Chapter 346

Luen’s POV

“Zyrelle.” Ezra’s voice dropped like ice–an Alpha’s command wrapped in quiet authority.

“Remove her from my path.”

The words struck like claws raking across exposed flesh.

I felt the impact in my chest, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Please don’t.” I shook my head quickly, panic rising too fast to contain. My voice unraveled, turning raw, almost fragile as I forced myself to meet his gaze. “Alpha Ezra… don’t you remember me?”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen!

How could he not recognize me?

He had fallen for Lysara the moment they were reborn–drawn to her as if fate itself demanded it. So why not me? Why not now?

His steel–blue eyes, rimmed with something feral and untamed, fixed on me. But there was nothing there. No spark. No instinctive pull. No recognition.

Nothing.

“You?” His lip curled faintly, dismissive. “No. All I see is an intrusive woman who throws herself into my way.” His gaze sharpened, predatory and impatient. “Your intentions don’t interest me. But I have very little tolerance for nuisances.”

He paused a warning.

“So if you don’t leave on your own-”

“Go.” Zyrelle’s voice broke in, softer–but no less firm.

Her hand lifted, as if to guide me away, but I flinched before she could touch me.

Unlike Ezra, she saw it.

The resemblance. I could see it in her widened eyes, in the way her gaze lingered on my face–searching, comparing, questioning. Comparing me to her.

I lowered my gaze, forcing composure back into place, swallowing the bitterness clawing its way up my

throat.

“Very well,” I said, voice steady once more. “My apologies, Alpha Ezra. It won’t happen again.” I inclined my head slightly toward Zyrelle. “And there’s no need to escort me. I can leave on my own.”

I stepped aside.

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Chapter 346

Ezra didn’t spare me a single glance as he passed.

But Zyrelle’s curiosity burned too brightly to be contained.

Fir hed

“Who was that?” she asked once they thought I was out of earshot. “Does Lylah have some secret twin or what?”

Ezra’s answer came sharply with irritation. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice it,” she pressed. “That woman looks like Lylah. Like your Luna!”

“My Luna resembles no one.” His tone left no room for doubt. “And certainly not that intruder. Don’t ever compare anyone to my Lylah again.”

Intruder.

The word echoed, hollow and cutting.

My vision blurred for a split second-

And then a hand seized my arm.

I was yanked back.

Rowan’s POV

This wasn’t the route I planned to take. I was only here to find a treatment center for my aunt Nymera— someone had recommended one in this part of Lunaris. I had barely closed the car door when I heard voices, drawing my attention toward the clearing ahead.

And there he was.

Ezra.

He stood far too close to a woman who looked exactly like Lylah. Then he shoved her away–and rage exploded in my chest. Hot, immediate, uncontrollable.

The second he walked off, I moved.

“Lylah!” The name tore from me as I grabbed her and turned her around.

But the moment our eyes met-

I froze.

She looked like Lylah. Same features. Same delicate structure as my little moon.

But something was… wrong.

Different.

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Chapter 340

Finisher

“Don’t touch me!” she snapped, wrenching her arm free with surprising force. There was a flash of something feral in the movement. “You’re Alpha Rowan Blackfang, aren’t you?” Her chin lifted slightly. “I’m not Lylah. My name is Luén. Don’t mistake me for her again.”

I frowned, unease settling deep in my chest.

“Then who are you? A relative of hers?” My gaze narrowed. “And why were you throwing yourself into Ezra’s arms?”

She looked at me openly, and in that moment, I saw what made her different from Lylah.

Her eyes weren’t the same. They carried a cunning, almost predatory glint.

“You’re mistaken,” she replied, far too composed. “I just stumbled. Alpha Ezra caught me. I’ve already apologized.”

I let out a quiet scoff. “That’s not what I saw.”

Her lips curve.

“And what I see,” she replied lightly, “is an Alpha who’s far too interested in things that don’t concern him.” Her gaze flicked over me, assessing. “You’ve been standing here long enough to witness our interaction, haven’t you? Most wolves know better than to interfere where they’re not claimed.”

Before I could respond, she turned and walked away.

I watched her go, a low unease coiling in my gut.

She was wrong. Not just different-

Wrong.

And whatever she was, it wasn’t something to ignore.

My fingers tightened around my phone.

At least I had proof.

The image I’d captured when Ezra and that strange she–wolf standing far too close glowed faintly on the

screen.

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