The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Cora’s POV

I was supposed to be heading to lunch when my phone rang. Gavriel’s name flashed across the screen, and the moment I answered, his voice came through urgently.

“Alpha Rowan is at Lunar Grace.”

The words made my stomach tighten.

Rowan hadn’t told me he was coming–not a message, not even a call. And the moment I heard where he was, I knew exactly who he had come for.

Lylah.

I abandoned my lunch plans immediately. Luck seemed to be on my side today, because the moment I crossed the academy lawn in search of him, I spotted them. The two of them stood in a quiet corner near the stone walls.

But what I saw next made my blood boil.

Rowan was bent over, clutching his leg in pain. Lylah stood in front of him.

Rage exploded through my chest.

I’ll kill her!

But before I could move-

Smack!

The sound echoed sharply through the air.

Pain exploded across my face.

Before I could even react-

Smack!

A second slap landed on the same cheek.

My head snapped to the side as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

For a moment, I could only stare at her.

“You… you slapped me?” I whispered, blinking in disbelief.

Lylah had never dared to do something like this before. Eldrid and Daia would have torn her apart if she had ever raised a hand against me.

And yet now-

She had struck me twice without the slightest hesitation.

“To knock some sense into that empty head of yours,” Lylah replied coldly.

My wolf stirred angrily beneath my skin.

I spat the blood pooling in my mouth onto the ground.

‘What are you talking about?” I demanded, fury blazing in my chest.

‘Oh, forget it,” she said dismissively. “You’d never believe me anyway.” Her gaze flicked briefly toward Rowan, who was still groaning in pain. “Go tend to him,” she added flatly. “You were terrified I might kill your mate, didn’t you?”

“Rowan?” I said, stunned. “I’m only trying to help you-

“I don’t need it,” he cut in coldly. He straightened slowly, adjusting his clothes with indifferent movements. “I’m fine. Worry about yourself. Didn’t she just slap you?”

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