The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177

3rd Person’s POV

“Please,” Isaac said, almost pleading now.

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Lylah forced down the instinct to walk away. Being rude to Iris’s brother would only create more trouble, and the tension humming through the ballroom already made Selestine restless beneath her skin.

So she nodded once, allowing him to lead.

Isaac guided her toward a quieter corner of the ballroom, away from the music and the other guests.

“What is it, Sir Grey?” Lylah asked calmly. “What did you want to speak about?”

Isaac released a slow breath, as though gathering the courage to face her.

“It’s about yesterday… when I slapped you.” His jaw tightened with visible regret. “I’m deeply sorry, Lylah. When I heard my sister had fallen, rage clouded my mind. I couldn’t think straight. I let my anger take control.”

Regret was always the last to arrive, trailing behind the damage people left in the wake of their anger. Only when the fury faded did their conscience begin its lonely howl.

Lylah inclined her head slightly. The memory barely stirred anything inside her now.

“I accept your apology.”

Isaac blinked, clearly stunned. His brows shot upward. “Really? That’s… that’s all? But I hurt you. You should demand something from me. Punish me. Even if you asked me to kneel and beg, I would do it.”

Lylah studied him quietly. Her wolf sensed the weight of his guilt, sharp and bitter in the air.

“You feel guilty,” she said. “That’s enough.”

His lips parted, unsure how to respond.

“Keep that feeling,” Lylah continued, her voice calm but firm. “Let it remind you to think before acting next time. So no one else becomes the victim of your recklessness.”

A faint flush crept up Isaac’s neck as he nodded, embarrassment softening his proud features.

For a moment, his gaze lingered on her.

If he were honest, Isaac had never truly noticed his sister’s friend before. But standing before her now, he found it impossible not to look.

She was so beautiful. Her eyes were mesmerizing-gentle at first glance, calm as a moonlit lake. Yet beneath that softness lived something far more powerful. Wild. The unmistakable presence of a she-wolf

who would never submit.

It stirred something within him-something curious, something he couldn’t quite name.

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“How’s Iris doing?” Lylah asked.

Isaac’s expression brightened slightly. “Much better. I’ve hired a healer to visit every day and help her regain her strength. They say it won’t be long before she’s fully healed.”

Relief loosened the tight knot in Lylah’s chest “That’s good,”

Isaac still seemed baffled by her lack of anger.

“If you ever have time,” he added quickly, “you’re welcome to visit.”

Before Lylah could reply, another voice cut through the air.

“Isaac.”

Both of them turned as Rowan Blackfang approached. Though his expression appeared composed, the tension beneath it was unmistakable.

Rowan clasped Isaac’s shoulder in a gesture that looked friendly-yet something about it felt like a warning.

“You know Lylah?” Rowan asked.

Isaac nodded. “She’s my sister’s friend.”

“The one who was injured?” Rowan said, glancing toward Lylah. “I’m so sorry that happened. I hope she

recovers soon.”

The conversation continued between the two men, and Lylah seized the moment.

This was her chance to leave.

She turned toward the ballroom doors-

Only to find them firmly closed.

That was when a breath ghosted across the shell of her ear.

“You’re not going anywhere, little moon.” Rowan’s voice was low, dangerously close behind her.

“My guards are outside,” he added smoothly. “They won’t let you slip away.”

Fury flashed through Lylah’s eyes as she turned toward him.

“Stay,” Rowan said casually, as if the word alone should settle the matter. “You’re one of my meeting participants tonight. Remain here-not for me, but to honor your Dean and Logan Silver as well.” His gaze held hers, “Surely you can manage that.”

Lylah stared at him, her wolf bristling with restrained anger.

She exhaled slowly.

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Chapter 177

One breath.

Then another.

Just a little longer,’ she told herself.

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