The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186

Lylah’s POV

Today’s surgery went smoothly, and knowing Crystal was safe was enh to exer the welds on way des I headed home feeling lighter than I had in days.

But the moment i arrived at the penthouse, Ezra told me there was an important insiness dinner–end. that he wanted me to join him. He apologized for the suddennews.

And just like that, we were already on our way to the venue.

Damon brought the car to a smooth stop in front of a restaurant so lavish it barely locked real. Even before stepping inside, I could feel the subtle pressure of wolves within, dominance humming beneath polished marble and glass.

As a maid led us down a private corridor, I glanced up at Ezra.

“Who exactly are we meeting?” I asked. “It’s not like you to insist I attend.”

His expression didn’t shift, but his presence brushed against mine. “You’ll see,” he said. “You’re my Luna For something like this, you should be present.”

His Luna.

The words settled deep in my chest, heavier than they should have.

The door opened.

The moment we stepped inside, two men rose from their seats, and I froze.

“Dean Peter Blackmaw… and Sir Logan Silver?” The names slipped from my lips before I could stop them.

Peter Blackmaw–the man who always carried his authority like a crown no one could touch–was already bowing. Not a shallow nod. Not a polite acknowledgment.

But a deep, unquestioning submission.

“Alpha Ezra, it is an honor to be invited…” he began, before his gaze shifted to me.

Recognition flickered,

Confusion followed.

“May I ask…” His voice faltered slightly. “Why is one of Lunar Grace’s students here with you? I’m certain I’ve seen this lady before. She was also present at the meeting with Alpha Rowan Blackfang.”

A crease formed between my brows.

A meeting with Rowan?

When?

12:46 am

Chapter 186

Finished

The question barely had time to take shape before Ezra moved.

His arm slid around me, drawing me into his side. The gesture was possessive and territorial. His wolf stirred beneath the surface, brushing against mine like a warning wrapped in velvet.

“Ezra,” I started under my breath.

“So,” he cut in smoothly, his tone calm but edged with something far more dangerous, “you’ve seen my Luna before.”

“Y–your Luna?” Dean Peter’s face drained of color, the scent of his shock sharp in the air. “Why was I never informed? That this lady has been your Luna all this time?”

Before I could react, he dropped to his knees in front of me..

The movement was so abrupt it made my breath hitch.

Guilt stirred, unwelcome and immediate. Aside from the occasional sharp glare and curt tone, he had never truly wronged me. Not enough to deserve such a display.

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