From Betrayed Luna to Wolf Queen (Lillian) novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327

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“Lylah, you accused Cora with that?” someone from the crowd muttered, disappointment threading through their tone. “That’s hardly proof.”

Whispers spread, low and restless. The tide shifted as easily as a turning current, and Cora’s lips curved.

Lylah, say something!” another voice demanded.

Enough.” Vale’s voice cut clean through the noise. “She has nothing left to say. This was/never about truly it was about dragging Cora down.” His gaze hardened. “You are the one who should leave MDT. Not Cord

Apologize to my daughter. Now.” Daia’s voice trembled, but the command held.

“I’ll count,” Eldric added, his presence looming like a storm. “And if you don’t move, I’ll make you kneel beneath her.”

The threat hung heavy.

No one intervened. No one moved.

Then–Lylah did.

Without a word, she stepped forward to the podium. The room seemed to be quiet as she approached the projector, sliding a small device into place.

“I gave you a chance to confess,” she said softly. “You silence. all of you.”

So

‘ll let the evidence speak for

The screen flickered.

A recording of Lunar Grace’s library flickered onto the screen, bathed in the quiet glow of evening. Lylah appeared, placing her work on the table before leaving. For a moment, the frame remained empty.

Then-

Cora stepped into view.

She paused at the table, her gaze lingering on the papers. Her fingers hovered, hesitant for only a breath- before closing over them.

She drew them closer.

Set her own notes beside them.

And began to copy

No! Cora’s voice shattered the silence. That’s not me! It’s fake!”

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Chapter 327

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“Not you?” Lylah asks. “You said yourself you were in the library to access Professor Grimwood’s books. That access isn’t granted without permission. But clearly you were there for something else.”

“Oh… Goddess…” Daia’s hands flew to her mouth.

Eldric stared at the screen, unmoving–like something inside him had frozen solid.

Vale and Thane said nothing.

“Lylah must’ve paid someone to fake it!” Cora’s voice tore through the hall, high and fraying at the edges.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Because her words rang hollow. Absurd. Like trying to deny the sun at its peak–when the truth stood blazing before them.

Everyone could see there was no mistaking the recording. No trick.

Only Cora.

The Ironcrest’s precious daughter. The future Luna of Blackfang. Vale’s prized student.

Reduced to something so small.

So low.

Sol

A single act, laid bare before all, enough to shatter everything she was meant to become.

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