The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Ezra’s POV

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I had known with absolute certainty that the moment I rejected Rowan’s alliance, he would scheme something else.

What I hadn’t expected was that he would set his sights on Lunar Grace. He had dared to step his claws into the very place my Luna studied.

The audacity of it ignited something dark and coiled within me.

“Alpha, please calm down for now,” Damon said, voice steady, careful.

The other engineers were close enough to hear the tension, yet far enough to remain oblivious to the storm simmering in me. I could feel it, sharp and coiled, ready to strike.

‘If he’s reckless enough to touch Luna… then we will move.” He continues.

But I couldn’t wait.

The idea that Rowan Blackfang might come near her, touch her, leave even the smallest mark, was unbearable.

The beast inside me coiled tight in response to the sudden wind of danger. Every instinct screamed, every nerve burned with the need to protect our mate.

Damon began again, but I didn’t hear it.

stormed from the room. My pulse pounded, heavy, relentless.

My teeth clenched as if holding back the roar that wanted to tear the world apart.

Then my phone rang.

Lylah.

I snatched it up as if it were a lifeline thrown into a raging river.

‘Ezra,” her voice came soft, light as wind brushing my skin.

And for a fleeting moment, I stilled-my fury stuttering, caught off guard by the calm power in that single

word.

“Lylah,” I breathed, my voice low, urgent. “Wait there. I’m coming for you.”

A pause.

Then, “There’s no need at all. I just finished class and I’ll return home after this.”

Unlike what I had expected, her voice was light, almost impossibly so. Calm. Untouched by the chaos that had set my blood alight.

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Chapter 175

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“How are you? Are you alright? Did something happen? Are you hurt?” I asked, my words spilling out faster than I could control.

“Ezra?” Her voice cut through the storm in my chest.

I could imagine her eyes widening in confusion.

“Yeah. I’m completely fine. Why are you suddenly asking that?”

‘No, you don’t, I thought, my fists clenching.

‘I feel your worry, gnawing at you like a shadow. That feeling-it twists in me. Lylah. I can barely restrain myself from hunting down anyone who dares make you feel like this, anyone who would cause even the smallest tremor of fear in your chest, and ending them myself.

But I remembered.

That day at the boutique how my control had shattered. How her eyes had filled with fear at the sight of my violence, at the sight of Ragnar surging through me.

How she had flinched because she had never been a fan of that.

My gentle, soft-hearted princess.

“I miss you,” she suddenly said.

The words hit me like fire and ice all at once.

The world around me slowed, the air thickened, and for a single suspended heartbeat, nothing existed but the sound of her voice and the storm raging inside me.

Rage drained from me, slowly, leaving behind a chill that settled deep in my chest, a snow-like calm that soothed the beast but did nothing to quench the longing.

“Say it again,” I murmured, voice low, trembling just slightly with need.

“Okay… just don’t judge me,” she said softly, her voice fragile and hesitant. “I had this sudden feeling… a mixture of unease and anxiety.”

She paused, and I could almost hear her heartbeat through the line.

“And my first instinct-my first thought-was to contact you. So I did. And the moment I heard your voice, everything felt better. You don’t need to come here at all. Hearing your voice is enough.”

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