The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

3rd Person’s POV

Cora had been searching for every possible opportunity to strengthen her position in Lunaris.

So when she heard that the daughter of one of Rowan’s council members had come to study at Lunar Grace, she seized the chance immediately.

Soren was an easy ally to cultivate. After all, everyone already assumed Cora would soon become the future Luna of the Blackfang Pack.

Tonight’s dinner had been arranged with that purpose in mind.

Gavriel brought the sleek Maybach to a smooth stop in front of the restaurant entrance. As Cora stepped out, the evening air brushed coolly across her skin.

Then she saw her.

Lylah.

“Lylah,” Cora called, surprise slipping into her voice.

Three heads turned toward her.

Soren’s gaze shifted between them–and then settled fully on Lylah.

Recognition flickered across her face.

Ah..

Now she remembered.

They had crossed paths once before, back in Blackfang.

The girl standing before her had been the stray that Rowan had taken in. The one who lingered quietly at his side when the Blackfang Pack had nearly collapsed.

Soren studied her more closely.

And a sharp pang of irritation twisted in her chest.

Lylah had always been beautiful–she could admit that much.

But now?

Now the girl seemed radiant. Her presence carried a strange magnetism that hadn’t existed before..

“Ah, I remember you now,” Soren said slowly, her lips curling. Her eyes glinted with thinly veiled mockery “There were no whispers about you anymore in Blackfang. I assumed you’d died somewhere.”

Soren tilted her head before she continued.

“But it turns out you simply wandered all the way here to Lunaris. To Lunar Grace. And somehow, you even managed to become one of Professor Clark Grimwood’s future students?”

Lylah remained silent.

Her calm only seemed to irritate Soren further.

Because earlier that morning she had heard the same news–the prestigious professor had personally chosen a new student.

And jealousy had flared instantly when she learned it wasn’t her.

“And if it is?” Iris shot back. Her chin lifted proudly. “Her mate is someone extremely powerful. You’d probably faint if you heard his name, Soren.”

Iris leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping into a warning. “And you’d better hope people around don’t repeat what you just said. Because if those words reach Lylah’s mate’s cars, he’ll wipe out you and your entire bloodline in the blink of an eye.”

Soren’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“You foolish girl,” she scoffed, her lips curling with open disdain. “My father sits on the council of Alpha Rowan of the Blackfang Pack. You clearly have no idea who you’re speaking to.”

The declaration was meant to intimidate.

Instead-

Iris almost burst out laughing.

Just a council member?‘

‘Compared to Alpha Ezra, that was barely more threatening than a flea.

“Iris, enough.”

Lylah gently caught her wrist before she could say something truly explosive.

“Remember,” she murmured, “we came here to eat.”

Neither Iris nor Soren realized their raised voices had already drawn attention.

Several wolves in the line had begun watching the confrontation with interest.

Even the restaurant manager had stepped outside, concern etched across his face as he approached the growing commotion.