The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335

Lylah’s POV

I was still laughing softly when Ezra replied, his voice smooth, laced with quiet amusement.

“Is it a crime if I choose to praise my Luna properly? Brilliant isn’t enough. Not for what you are.”

Finished

The smile lingered on my lips, softer now. “I’ll be meeting the publishing house soon,” I said, brushing my fingers along the edge of the table. “Professor Grimwood wants to refine the work before submission. I might be coming home later than usual.”

“Then focus on that.” Ezra’s tone turned gentle, but there was something unshakable beneath it-something steady as bone. “If you need anything, I’m here.”

“I know.” My voice dropped,

He is always here. From the moment I set foot in Lunaris… from the night our mating license was finalized, Ezra had never caged me. Never demanded. Never tightened his hold the way Alphas were known to do.

Instead, he gave me space.

Trust.

A kind of freedom that spoke louder than control ever could.

For a man of his standing, for someone born to command, it was rare.

My phone rang, slicing clean through the calm.

I glanced at the screen.

Cora.

A faint crease formed between my brows.

“Aren’t you going to answer?” Ezra asked.

I hesitated, “It’s Cora. I don’t know what she wants.” My lips pressed thin. “Maybe she’s calling to cry about the humiliation she brought on herself at the conference.”

“Answer it,” he said simply.

So I did.

“Lylah…” Her voice wavered through the line, thin and unsteady, as if it might splinter at any moment. “I’m calling to apologize. I acted without thinking. I didn’t consider the consequences. I—”

“If an apology could erase what you’ve done,” I cut in, my tone cool and unyielding, “do you really think your father would have slapped you in front of everyone?”

Silence followed.

Chapter 335

Then it shifted.

Finished

“Lylah.” Rowan’s voice cut through-low and sudden, like distant thunder rolling in without warning. “Is this really necessary? Cora already realizes she’s wrong, she feels guilty, and you think this is the time to humiliate her?”

Of course, he was there.

Cora hadn’t called out of guilt.

My wolf stirred at his word, a low, unimpressed flicker beneath my skin. “Did her guilt and apology change anything?”

Silence hummed faintly through the line, but I didn’t stop.

“I was the one wronged. And now I’m expected to accept an apology that carries no weight?” My lips curved faintly, though there was no warmth in them. “What kind of reaction do you expect from me when she chooses to call only after everything is too late? Gratitude?”

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