The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

3rd Person’s POV

Without another glance at Cora, Damon opened the umbrella and held it over Iris with effortless gallantry.

“Come along, Lady,” he said smoothly, guiding her toward the waiting car.

They left Cora standing in the rain as though she were invisible.

Her cheeks burned scarlet. The humiliation seared through her veins as she watched the car pull away, tires hissing against the wet pavement.

“Rowan…” Her voice trembled, nearly breaking.

Behind her, Rowan stood rigid, the storm no match for the one brewing beneath his skin. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening as his claws slowly elongated.

“That man,” Cora said through clenched teeth, “he claimed he serves Lylah. And he didn’t look like some low–ranking stray. He is at least a Gamma or a Beta…” Her brows furrowed. “I couldn’t see the other man under that umbrella. Who exactly has Lylah bonded with?”

The thought alone drained the color from her face.

The idea that Lylah could have secured a powerful mate gnawed at her pride.

‘Is that man really her mate,” Cora pressed, “or did she sell herself to him just to gain power against us?”

Rowan’s head snapped toward her, nostrils flaring. “She would never do that,” he growled. “She’s not that

ow.”

Displeasure curled hot and sharp inside Cora’s chest. “Why are you still defending her-”

Enough!” Rowan roared.

‘You don’t need to know who she bonded with,” he continued, his voice darker than the storm overhead. ‘What’s obvious is that there’s no real love there. He came tonight to flaunt his strength in my face, and Lylah-” His jaw tightened. “She was trying to make me jealous. I know her.”

Even the night seemed to recoil from the bitterness in his voice.

Inside the sleek black car, warmth replaced the chill of the rain.

Iris sat in the front seat, still stunned, her mouth slightly parted as if she hadn’t drawn a proper breath since they left.

Her gaze fell at once, and she dipped her head in respect toward the man in the back seat.

“She used to chant your name… ‘Ezra, descendant of Ezrael of the Lycan warrior clan. The greatest wolf Selene ever created. The one who will reshape the world.””

Beside Ezra, Lylah frowned slightly. “Ezrael is just a legend. He’s not real.”

“Maybe,” Iris admitted with a shy laugh. “Myrisse is so old she sometimes rambles. But that time…” She swallowed. “She believed it. She truly believed Alpha Ezra was tied to Ezrael somehow.”

Damon chuckled first, and Lylah’s soft laughter followed, their easy amusement filling the car and lightening the air.

Iris smiled too, embarrassed by how childish it must have sounded.

But Ezra did not laugh. A shadow moved through his eyes at her words.

He glanced at Lylab–still smiling, still carefree, completely unaware.

She remembered nothing.

To her, the legend was only a myth… not a life they had once shared.