The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 22

3rd Person’s POV

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Rowan brought Lylah to one of the most exclusive boutiques in Blackfang Pack–the kind that catered only to Alphas, royals, and those who ruled by power. The glass facade gleamed like a challenge, its interior scented with rare florals and silk.

“I don’t need more clothes,” Lylah protested quietly.

Rowan didn’t slow.

His hand remained firm at the small of her back, “You do tonight.”

The doors opened instantly, attendants bowing at the sight of the Alpha.

Inside stood Gavriel and Rosella.

Gavriel blinked in surprise. “Alpha? Why bring Lylah here?”

“Because she requires a gown for the main event,” Rowan replied, calm and final.

“A gown?” Rosella echoed, exchanging a puzzled glance with Gavriel. “She’ll be attending?”

Neither of them had expected Rowan to deem Lylah worth including.

“Lylah is an integral part of Corlis Prime’s rise,” Rowan said evenly. “Of course she will attend

The shift in the room was subtle but unmistakable. Gavriel and Rosella’s expressions tightened- displeasure flickering beneath carefully trained neutrality. Beneath it, Lylah sensed something else: unease. The kind that preceded a truth she already suspected.

The dressing room door opened.

Cora stepped out.

She wore a silk mermaid–cut gown, its hue perfectly matched to Rowan’s suit.

“Alpha Rowan,” She said sweetly, “do I look-

Her voice faltered when she noticed Lylah.

“Lylah?” Cora’s smile cracked, “What are you doing here?”

Rowan’s arm tightened around Lylah’s waist, possessive, instinctive. “She’ll be attending as well, Cora

The words struck like a blow.

“W–what?” Cora stared, disbelief written across her face.

If Lylah attended, every carefully crafted moment Cora had planned–every opportunity to stand beside Rowan, to be seen as his official partner–would vanish. Rowan’s attention would inevitably gravitate

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toward Lylah.

Cora’s nails dug into her palm, her wolf snarling beneath her skin.

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“Give her the finest gown you have,” Rowan instructed the Pack’s chief stylist who worked at the boutique ‘One that complements my suit.”

‘Yes, Alpha.”

Before Lylah could protest, the stylist guided her forward. The dressing room doors closed, swallowing ner whole.

Cora’s composure was shattered.

The boutique hummed with whispers now, eyes following Rowan, then drifting back to her. Cora heard

very word with painful clarity.

‘Did you see that? Alpha Rowan brought another woman again.”

“That’s Lylah. She’s his true partner, not Lady Cora.”

“Then why does Lady Cora cling to Alpha Rowan so openly? Aren’t they sisters? Has she no shame?”

Each word burned into her ears like silver.

Cora wanted to scream. To rip the door open and drag Lylah out by her hair.

‘Lady Cora,” Gavriel murmured, stepping closer while Rowan’s attention was elsewhere. “Lylah has been outting on an act lately, this is just another attempt to secure Alpha Rowan’s attention. Control yourself. here is no reason to feel threatened.”

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