The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Lylah’s POV

I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him.

. .

Something in Ezra’s voice–the quiet urgency in it–made the word no impossible to say. His eyes held mine as he spoke, that steady Alpha gaze that could command a pack with a single look… yet tonight it carried something softer. Almost pleading.

Still, I refused to take the documents with me. I trusted they were far safer in Ezra’s hands than they would ever be in mine.

Thankfully, he didn’t push.

“It’s getting late. You should rest,” Ezra said after a while.

I nodded.

We had spent longer than I realized sitting on the edge of his bed, talking. The conversation had flowed easily, like a river finding its path–effortless, warm, disarming. Maybe it was the comfort of his room, the quiet strength of his presence, or the strange pull that always seemed to draw me toward him.

Whatever it was, a small thread of disappointment tugged at me when he stood and walked me back to my room.

When we reached my door, a sudden urge rose inside me–sharp and overwhelming.

Ask him to stay.

The thought burned on my tongue.

Even if our bond existed only in a contract, sharing a room would hardly be strange given our situation now.

For a heartbeat, I almost said it.

But another voice inside me held the words back.

I turned toward the door.

Before I could step inside, Ezra’s hand closed around my wrist.

The warmth of his touch sent a jolt straight through me. He pulled me gently back, turning me to face him.

And before I could even ask what he was doing-

Ezra kissed me.

His lips captured mine with a hunger that stole the breath from my lungs. The kiss was deep, intoxicating -like being pulled beneath dark water and discovering I didn’t want to surface again.

My wolf surged forward, delighted. My knees softened as the heat of the moment wrapped around us.

It was impossible not to melt.

When he finally pulled away, the absence of his lips left a strange emptiness behind.

I had never felt anything like it.

“Good night,” Ezra murmured, his voice rougher than before. “Rest well.”

“Rest well,” I echoed quietly.

Then I slipped into my room before I could embarrass myself further.

Inside, I went straight to the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror.

My reflection stared back at me.

My lips were swollen from the kiss, a faint flush spreading across my cheeks. But it was my eyes that made me pause.

They looked… alive.

Brighter than they had in a long time.

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