The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273

3rd Person’s POV

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Rowan lowered his gaze to the bracelet lying in his palm. Slowly, he lifted it. Pressing it to his nose, drawing in a breath as if it were something far more precious than anything. Beneath the lingering scent of antiseptic and blood, there it was.

Her scent.

His fingers curled tighter around it.

The piece itself was simple-rosewood threading, carefully bound, a delicate charm resting at its center. It reminded him of her in a way that made something dark twist inside his chest. Nothing grand or extravagant. Just hers.

Just like the things he used to give her before.

His gaze dropped to the charm.

A crescent moon diamond. An unmistakably part of a pair.

Something meant to be shared. Worn by two.

Rowan’s eyes gleamed, something sharp and dangerous cutting through the haze.

“So the other one…” he murmured, voice low, rough with something far from sane, “must be hanging around that Moonclaw bastard’s wrist by now.”

His grip tightened.

“I don’t accept that.” His lips curled faintly. “By every right, it should be mine.” His voice dropped into something possessive. “You’re mine, little moon. Always mine, Not him.”

The door opened behind him.

“You called for me, Alpha?” Azrel stepped inside, his posture respectful, though his gaze flickered briefly-uneasy-at the sight before him.

Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, casting pale silver across the room.

Across Rowan’s face.

Twisted into something dangerously unhinged.

“I have a task for you,” Rowan said, not looking up, his attention still fixed on the bracelet.

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“There’s a message I want delivered. This time, I don’t want it hidden.”

His lips curved.

“I want him to know exactly who it came from.”

His thumb brushed over the charm, slow, deliberate.

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“Ezra of Moonclaw,” Rowan continued softly, “should know that my little moon came to see me tonight.”

“And that she left me a gift.”

Lylah finally managed to get Tiara back to her hotel. The redhead was still deep in the haze of alcohol, limbs loose, words spilling without restraint as Lylah guided her inside.

“Lylah!” Tiara slurred, blinking up at her with unfocused eyes. “I swear we were just at a treatment center… healers in white clothes everywhere… potions… oh, Selene-who’s dying?!”

Lylah sighed softly, easing herself down onto the bed.

“We stopped to drop off a wounded dog we found by the roadside,” she said calmly, brushing damp strands of hair from Tiara’s flushed face. “It was just an animal ward. Nothing more. Now close your eyes and sleep.”

Tiara blinked slowly, processing.

“Ah… animal treatment center…” she mumbled, her body finally relaxing into the mattress. “Lunaris really does have everything… even their animal care is better than Blackfang’s main cure house…”

Her voice faded.

Moments later, she was asleep.

Lylah let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her shoulders finally loosening as she sank into the chair beside the bed.

Ezra did not make himself easy to reach. His personal line was locked behind layers of protection-accessible only to his pack members and a chosen few. It was necessary. Too many had tried to pry into his life, to breach his privacy, to use information as leverage against him.

But tonight, in his moonlit study, his phone flickered-a message from an unknown number

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