The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Lylah’s POV

I didn’t waste another moment.

Clutching the small box containing the candle, I hurried toward the study where Ezra’s grandfather was said to be. Albert followed close behind, wringing his hands nervously.

“Luna, please forgive me,” he said for what must have been the tenth time. “I truly did not mean to lie.”

“It’s alright, Albert,” I replied, though my steps didn’t slow.

When we reached the door, the guards pushed it open.

“I’m so sorry for the interruption,” I said as I stepped inside.

The study smelled faintly of old books and cedarwood. Towering shelves lined the walls, packed with volumes that looked older than the mansion itself.

Near one of the bookcases stood a tall figure with his back to me.

His gray hair was tied neatly at the nape of his neck. A dark velvet tunic draped over broad shoulders that still carried the quiet strength of a seasoned wolf. Boots polished to a deep sheen completed the image of authority.

The old lord of Moonclaw.

“But I couldn’t leave without seeing you,” I continued quickly. “When I heard you were feeling better, I thought… I truly hoped to greet you in person. That was the whole reason I came here.”

For a moment, he didn’t move.

Then slowly, he turned.

Our gazes met.

Only his eyes were visible, the lower half of his face hidden behind a cloth mask. Yet those eyes–ancient, sharp, and unmistakably powerful–felt as if they could see straight through bone and marrow.

“Luna,” he greeted, his deep voice resonating through the room as he stepped closer.

I dipped into a respectful curtsy. “I’m Lylah.”

“Ah, His eyes warmed slightly, “Yes, I know. Ezra has told me your name and quite a lot about you.” His gaze lingered on me thoughtfully. “And you’ve been restless because you couldn’t see me?”

I hesitated before answering honestly.

“I thought… You didn’t wish to meet me.”

The old wolf barked out a rich, booming laugh.

“Luna of this pack, you are delightfully innocent,” he said with amusement. “Can’t you see this ridiculous. cloth covering my face, silly girl? I caught a stubborn cold. I’ve been hiding myself away so no one else would catch it.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

“Alpha Ezra told me you sometimes struggle to sleep,” I said, lifting the gift toward him. “This is a scented candle. If you light it before resting, it should help calm your mind.”

For a moment, he simply stared at it.

“If only that boy knew the real reason I sometimes lose sleep is because of him,” the old wolf chuckled. “When he’s away, I sleep like a bear in winter.”

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