The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314

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Meanwhile, the absence of the head judge was no accident.

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Andrei of Blackmaw Pack had served as a judge for the Academy’s highest evaluations more times than he cared to count. His name carried the quiet authority of fairness, his decisions untouched by politics or allegiance. He had turned down offers before-subtle pressures, veiled bargains-but he had always known how to walk away.

This time, however, the summons had come from someone he had never expected.

At the center of his office stood Ezra of Moonclaw Pack.

The moment Andrei stepped inside, the air shifted, thickened. Power pressed in from all sides, primal and suffocating, like the presence of a dominant wolf staking silent claim over territory. Instinct took over before thought could catch up.

Andrei bowed his head.

“Alpha Ezra,”

“Andrei of Blackmaw,” Ezra replied, his tone low, measured. “You’re one of Lunar Grace’s finest graduates, whose reputation speaks of fairness. Of integrity that does not bend.”

The words should have been praise. Instead, they felt like a test.

Ezra’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Has someone approached you before me?”

Andrei hesitated only a fraction. “Yes. Corvin Vale.”

“And you refused.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Silence fell, heavy and deliberate.

Then, unexpectedly, Ezra spoke again. “I am not here to force your hand. You may stop shrinking and stand as you were meant to.”

Andrei’s head snapped up, shock flashing across his features before he could mask it. He had expected coercion-expected to be cornered into pledging his vote to the Alpha’s Luna. The realization unsettled him even more: the gifted young healer who had occasionally appeared in

the ward… she was Luna of Moonclaw.

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Ezra moved then, rising to his full height. The room seemed to tighten around him. Outside, his guards stood sentinel, ensuring no sound, no secret, would escape these walls.

“Your laptop.” Ezra said.

Andrei blinked. “Alpha?”

“Open it.” There was no raising of voice, no overt threat. Yet the command coiled with dominance, leaving no room for defiance. “It is time for judging.”

Confusion flickered across Andrei’s face. “I thought you-”

“I told you to keep your integrity.” Ezra’s gaze sharpened, something darker stirring beneath the surface. “Did I say I would do the same? I will not stain your hands with this, I will do it myself. You will simply open the submissions.”

The calm in his voice was far more terrifying than anger.

Andrei obeyed.

His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, pulling up the Academy’s portal. One by one, the Healing Department students’ works appeared.

“Alpha,” Andrei said, unable to hold back, “I’m sure your Luna will win. I have not seen a mind as brilliant as hers in years.” The words spilled out, half reassurance, half instinctive

appeasement.

But Ezra did not react.

“Which one is Lylah’s?” he asked instead, his tone cutting clean through the air. “You speak as though you know her well. Show me.”

Andrei froze.

Because he couldn’t.

Ezra’s gaze moved to the screen, scanning each submission with unsettling focus, as though he could strip truth from ink alone.

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