The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351

Ezra’s POV

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“I hope this summons hasn’t disrupted your evening, Alpha. I know tonight should be spent with your Luna, but your presence here is necessary.”

Archer had repeated the sentiment so many times that it had long since lost its meaning.

I barely heard him now.

My gaze drifted across the garden, where couples moved in quiet harmony beneath the moon’s glow. Mated wolves. Their scents mingled in the air-warm, intimate, alive.

It pressed against my senses. Against my restraint. And all I could think was that Lylah should be here.

A faint voice rose within me, steady and unyielding.

‘You promised. You would never stand between her and her path.’

My jaw tightened.

Right.

My Luna was chasing something greater than fleeting instinct. Her calling. Her future as a healer. I had no right to drag her away from that… no matter what the night stirred in my blood.

“Alpha, my mate is calling me. I’ll have to leave you here.” Archer’s voice broke through my thoughts, already retreating before I could respond.

In the next moment, he was gone-swallowed by the crowd.

A subtle relief settled in. No one paid me any attention. No curious glances, no forced conversation.

Just silence.

Then-

Something shifted.

A faint shimmer descended from above, drifting downward like a falling star.

My eyes narrowed.

It might have been mistaken for a lantern… if not for the voice that followed.

“Alpha Ezra…” Soft. Feminine. Familiar. “I am Lily. You cannot see me, but I’ve been sent to guide you.”

My muscles tensed. “To where?”

“Somewhere important,” it replied gently. “Please take hold of the ribbon tied to me.”

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I frowned, suspicion rising. This had Archer written all over it-some elaborate attempt to irritate me.

Then I saw the ribbon. Lylah’s ribbon. The same one she had tied in her hair this very morning, its soft silk unmistakable even in the dim glow of the night.

And then-

Her scent.

It wrapped around me instantly, unmistakable and intoxicating.

This wasn’t a trick.

This was her.

Understanding settled deep in my chest, chasing away the earlier restlessness with something sharper.

“Lylah…” I murmured under my breath. “So it’s you who planned this?”

A faint smile touched my lips.

“Alright then,” I said quietly.

And I followed.

3rd Person’s POV

High above the garden, within the glass-walled sanctuary of the rooftop greenhouse, the engagement had reached its final note. The ring now gleamed on Rowan and Cora’s fingers, catching the moonlight in a brilliant shimmer.

Around them, a carefully curated audience-Blackfang and Ironcrest guards, Rowan’s allies in Lunaris, and hired witnesses-offered their applause.

It should have been perfect.

“Rowan,” Cora said, lifting her chin slightly, her voice soft but insistent. “You should kiss me now.”

Rowan didn’t look at her. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

Her smile tightened. “It is necessary. All eyes are on us. We should give them something worth remembering.”

She leaned closer-

And then the night itself shattered.

Light burst across the sky beyond the glass. Color unfolded like blooming fire, painting the heavens in sweeping arcs of gold, violet, and silver. The air shifted with it. Even through the barrier of glass, the energy was palpable-thrumming, almost sentient, as if the display itself carried intention.

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A ripple passed through the room.

Heads turned.

Voices faltered.

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One by one, attention slipped away from the couple at the center, drawn irresistibly toward the sky.

“What is that?” Someone moved closer to the glass.

Then another.

And another.

Within seconds, the carefully staged moment unraveled as the crowd abandoned their places, pressing toward the windows to witness whatever force had claimed the night.

“Wait!” Cora’s voice cut through, sharp with disbelief. “The event is here. Return to your seats!”

But no one listened.

Not even Rowan.

His gaze had already lifted, fixed on the unfolding spectacle beyond the greenhouse walls. Without a word, he stepped away from her.

“Rowan!” Cora moved after him too quickly, her heels catching against the polished floor.

Her balance faltered-

-and she fell.

Her knees struck the carpet with enough force to sting through the fabric. Pain flared. For a moment, she couldn’t move. Around her, no one noticed. No one cared. They were all watching something else. Something greater.

Cora’s hands clenched against the floor as she forced herself upright, her breath uneven. “What is so important…?” Anger and disbelief tangled in her chest.

Near the glass, Orion’s voice carried faintly, edged with quiet realization. “… That’s Lylah.”

The name hit like a blow.

“She meant it,” he continued, almost to himself. “When she said she had her own purpose tonight… This is it. A surprise for her mate.”

Cora lifted her head slowly.

Her knees burned. The skin there was scraped raw beneath the silk of her gown.

But it was nothing compared to the heat rising in her chest.

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