From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

3rd Person’s POV

Ezra’s gaze moved steadily across the screen, line by line, dissecting each submision with unust Blackmaw had braced himself for clumsy guesses after all, the Alpha oss not known as a healer

But that assumption unraveled quickly.

Every note Ezra left behind was exact. Insightful in a way that only came from knowledge carves into bone.

The air in the room grew heavier with each passing moment.

Ezra paused when he reached the paper of the Blackridge heir. His eyes lingered int recognition flakering. Tharah strong. Worthy of standing among the best.

Then the next file opened.

Lylah.

Something in Ezra shifted.

The hard edge in his expression eased, if only by a fraction. He had remained at her side that night, offering sparse guidance, brushing stray strands of hair from her face as she worked. He knew every line before he finished reading it.

The perfect score he gave was not indulgence.

It was truth.

And then-

The next submission.

Ezra stilled.

His eyes sharpened, scanning again, slower this time. The words etched into the page were… familiar. The terminology. The structuring. The specific classification of herbs and symptom progressions…

These were not things easily learned. They belonged to one man.

His wolf stirred beneath his skin,

“How many students does Clark Grimwood currently mentor?” Ezra asked, his voice deceptively calm.

“Only one, Alpha,” Andrei replied carefully. “Only your Luna.”

Silen

submission.

yes. His wolf rose fully now, hackles bristling, a low, silent growl reverberating through his

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“Come here,” he said at last, his voice dropping inte something far more dangerous work for you.”

Andrei moved without hesitation.

than anger–cold, controlled, lethal.

Elsewhere, far from the suffocating tension of the Academy, warmth and celebration filled the estate Eldric had secured in Lunaris.

Crystal goblets chimed in careless rhythm, laughter spilling into the air, rich with wine and triomph.

“How could this be surprising?” Eldric declared, his voice booming with pride as he raised his glass toward Cora. “You’ve outshope all of Lunar Grace from the moment you became Corvin Vale’s student, haven’t you? And now you’ve done it again flawlessly.” His grin widened, sharp with satisfaction. “That’s my daughter.”

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