The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124

3rd Person’s POV

The moment the words slipped from her lips, Ezra’s world fell into a hush.

Everything else dissolved–the quiet room, the distant whisper of traffic beyond the windows, even the steady drum of his own heart.

All that remained was her voice,

soft and luminous,

lingering in the air like the final note of a song that refused to fade.

“Say it again,” he said, his voice rough with disbelief.

Lylah drew a slow breath, as if bracing herself.

“I think I’m starting to like you,” she repeated softly.

The confession seemed to cost her something. Ezra could hear it in the tightness of her voice.

“Actually, when we entered this mating contract, I didn’t expect anything,” she continued quietly. “You know the kind of life I came from. It’s nothing compared to yours. Everything there was broken.”

Each word struck him harder than the last.

“It doesn’t feel right to keep hiding it after everything we’ve shared,” she said, lifting her gaze to meet his. “So I’m going to tell you a bit.”

She drew in a slow breath, as though the memories themselves were heavy.

“I was the daughter my parents sent to the rogues‘ den,” she continued quietly. “A child they would have been willing to kill when the true blood of the Pack returned.” Her fingers tightened slightly at her sides. “So when you offered this contract, I accepted–because I thought it would be my escape.”

She gave a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh.

“But instead, I found the best life I’ve ever had.”

Something inside Ezra’s chest broke open.

Her eyes softened, searching his face. “Sometimes I wonder…”

Lylah hesitated.

Then she forced the words out.

“If, during this contract… I fail to stay rational and end up falling for you… would you be mad at me?”

The words left her softly, as though even she was afraid to hear them spoken aloud.

Before another syllable could follow, Ezra raised his hand. His thumb came to rest against her lips–gentle, careful, as if the moment itself were fragile enough to break.

He shook his head slowly.

“No,” he murmured. His voice was barely more than a breath. “I won’t.”

His palm slid up to cradle her face, warm and steady against her skin.

“I would never.” His gaze softened, something almost reverent flickering in his golden eyes–the unmistakable glow of a wolf stirred by emotion. “Why would I be mad… when you’ve made me the most blessed man alive just by loving me?”

And not only once, he thought quietly. You give it to me twice.

Without another word, Ezra pulled her closer.

He tilted her chin upward and captured her lips.

The movement was sudden. And for a heartbeat, Lylah froze, startled by the swiftness of it.

The woman he would crown as his Luna….

In this life.

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