The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295

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“How many Alphas with power even half of Alpha Ezra of Moonclaw would tolerate being made to wait?” Rune murmured, his gaze fixed beyond the mist-laced window. “Most would’ve torn the gates down by

now.”

But that wasn’t what held Ivar’s attention.

It wasn’t only the quiet intimacy between the pair outside-the gentle way the lady adjusted the shawl around her mate’s shoulders, nor the rare stillness of a dominant Alpha standing obedient beneath her touch.

It was a memory.

He had seen Alpha Ezra before-years ago, during his visits to Vargan, at Moonclaw Estate. He remembered the man’s temper then: sharp, volatile, coiled like a blade forever on the verge of being drawn. Ezra had not been patient. Not then. Not like this.

Which meant only one thing.

His mate was his leash.

“Sir,” Rune continued carefully, stepping closer. “I’ve uncovered more about the matter you asked me to investigate, about Jax and Vala Stillward’s supposed daughter.”

Ivar did not turn. “Speak.”

“Lady Coraline claimed she wasn’t their blood… said the real daughter died shortly after birth. She even named the treatment center where Lady Vala supposedly delivered.” Rune hesitated, then finished quietly, “We searched their archives. There’s no record of it. Vala Stillward never gave birth there. For now, we’ll continue the search for the missing daughter, I’ll report back the moment we find anything.”

Something shifted.

The warmth in Ivar’s expression vanished as if extinguished by an unseen hand. In its place, something darker unfurled, his aura leaking into the room like creeping shadows, thick and suffocating, laced with the raw authority of an old war God who had commanded battlefields and buried enemies beneath his heels.

“So Cora has been lying to me… far longer than I thought,” Ivar said softly, his voice dropping into something cold enough to frost the air.

“… Yes, sir.”

For a moment, the years folded in on themselves.

He saw her again as she had been that storm-torn night-a trembling little girl in a worn dress, standing at his gates with tear-bright blue eyes and a voice that begged for protection. Back then, she had looked like something the world had already tried to break.

And he had trusted her, raised her, loved her.

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Now that same child had turned his affection into a weapon-layering deception upon deception, weaving lies so carefully they had almost passed as truth.

The betrayal cut deeper than any sword.

“I treated her like my own blood,” Ivar said, each word edged with steel. “And she repaid me with deceit.” He turned at last, his gaze hard as winter ice. “Rune.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Drive Coraline out of my estate.”

Downstairs, the tension in the parlor had already begun to sour.

Rowan Blackfang paced like a caged predator, the air around him trembling under the pressure of his Alpha aura. His teeth clenched hard enough to grind. Cora, by contrast, stood still… but only on the surface. Beneath it, her pulse raced, her wolf restless, unsettled by something she couldn’t yet name.

When Rune entered, both of them turned sharply.

“Well?” Rowan demanded.

Cora stepped forward first, lifting her chin. “Can I see him now?”

Rune inclined his head slightly, though his expression remained neutral. “Commander Ivar has declined to meet with you.”

The words landed like a slap.

“What kind of game is this?” Rowan snapped, rising to his full height. His aura surged violently, filling the room with the unmistakable threat of dominance. “We’ve been kept waiting for eternity, and he won’t even step out to greet his own guests? Does he take me for a fool-or worse, an insult to my Luna?”

“Apologies, Alpha Rowan,” Rune replied evenly. “I am only delivering his command.”

Rowan’s eyes flashed, feral and electric. “Then he’ll learn exactly what it means to dismiss the Alpha of Blackfang Pack.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop as his wolf pushed closer to the surface.

But before it could escalate, Cora seized his arm.

“It’s fine,” she said quickly, though her voice strained at the edges. “We’ll return another time.”

Rowan glanced at her, clearly unwilling, but she held firm-fingers digging into his sleeve as if anchoring both of them in place. Then she turned back to Rune, forcing composure over the cracks forming beneath

her calm.

“At least take my gift to him,” she said. “You can do that; can’t you?”

“I’m sorry. Commander Ivar has also instructed that he will not accept anything from you.”

For a heartbeat, the world stilled.

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Chapter 295

Cora’s breath caught.

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