The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

3rd Person’s POV

The day of the first official meeting for the MDT Project arrived beneath a pale silver dawn.

Lylah stepped onto the grounds of Lunar Grace long before most of the others. The conference chamber buzzed with low conversation–participants who had passed the selection process gathered in clusters, nearly all flanked by their supervising professors.

Lylah had no one beside her.

‘Professor Clark would come. She told herself that firmly. ‘Just late.&

She refused to call him. She knew his temperament well enough. He despised being disturbed at night or at dawn.

As she stepped inside, the hum of voices thinned–just slightly–enough for her to notice.

“Is she from Modern Healing?” someone murmured under their breath. “I’ve never seen her before.”

“Look at her badge,” another whispered, not bothering to mask the contempt in his face. “She’s from the Traditional department.”

A soft scoff followed. “What is she thinking? Every Traditional class student who joins our project always quits halfway through. They don’t have the brains to keep up. And in the end, we’re the ones forced to slow down.”

“I agree.”

The whispers coiled around her like smoke.

Lylah did not falter.

She walked down the aisle, chin lifted, spine straight, and took her seat without haste.

The door opened again.

Conversations died altogether as Corvin Vale entered. Behind him followed the Vale team–the prodigies he personally mentored. Among them was Cora.

Like the rest of the room, Lylah rose and offered a respectful bow as Vale passed.

Cora’s gaze locked onto her instantly.

For a fleeting second, the scent of rain seemed to return.

Cora still hadn’t uncovered why one of those two men had come to pick Lylah up that night–nor why he had claimed, without hesitation, that he was in her service.

‘So the man holding the umbrella…‘ Her thoughts tightened, nails dragging absently against the armrest as her wolf paced in restless curiosity.

Then a low, careless voice cut through the quiet.

“Alex,” Cora murmured sharply. “Lower your voice.”

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