The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345

3rd Person’s POV

“Damn it.”

The curse tore from Ezra’s throat as he forced himself upright the moment the injection was complete.

“Alpha,” Maureen said quickly, her composure thinning despite years of training. “Tell me, what are you feeling?”

The answer came not in words, but in a low, feral sound that seemed to vibrate from somewhere deeper than bone.

Pain struck.

Not ordinary pain-something primal. Violent.

Ezra’s body reacted instantly. His claws burst forth, lengthening into lethal arcs of obsidian. His canines sharpened, slicing against his own lips as his breath turned ragged. The world tilted- walls warping, light splintering-

And then-

He was no longer human. The wolf stood where the man had been.

Massive. Dominant. Terrifying in a way that silenced the very air around him.

Maureen stiffened, her instincts screaming, but she did not run. She had been raised in Moonclaw. She knew what the Moonclaw Alpha’s wolf looked like.

“Alpha Ezra,” The word had barely left her lips when the beast moved.

A blur of power and instinct, he crashed through the window.

Glass shattered outward in a violent spray as the Alpha disappeared into the open air beyond.

At that exact moment, the door swung open.

A healer’s assistant stepped in, eyes scanning the room. “Where is the Alpha?”

Maureen exhaled sharply, forcing herself back into control. “I administered the second dose. I warned him the pain would consume every nerve, that restraint would be necessary.” Her voice tightened. “But he refused.”

The assistant inclined her head, far calmer than anyone had a right to be.

“That falls within expected parameters. His wolf is just… more reactive than most.” Her violet irises shifted toward the shattered window, lingering on the jagged edges of glass. Something unreadable flickered in their depths.

“I’ll go after him, to make sure he doesn’t lose himself completely.”

Maureen hesitated. “But, Luén—”

“Don’t worry ma’am,” Luén said, offering a gentle, reassuring smile. “Leave this to me.”

There was sincerity in it-warm, disarming. Maureen didn’t question it.

She couldn’t have known.

Luén had been waiting for this moment.

The forest breathed with Ezra as he

ran through it like a storm given flesh.

Branches snapped beneath his weight. The earth trembled with every stride. Pain clawed through him-ripping, tearing, devouring his senses until instinct was all that remained.

By the time Zyrelle found him, the frenzy had already burned through its peak.

He stood in a clearing, human once more-but barely. His chest heaved. Blood streaked his hands, dark and drying beneath his claws. Something-unfortunate enough to cross his path— had taken the brunt of his suffering.

At least it hadn’t been himself.

Zyrelle moved without hesitation, slipping beneath his arm to steady him. “Easy, cousin,” she murmured. “You’re done.”

Ezra offered no resistance as Zyrelle steadied him, guiding his unsteady steps back toward the

treatment center.

They were nearly there.

That was when Luén saw them.

Hidden behind the thick weave of undergrowth, she watched. And in that instant, Everything sharpened.

‘Ezrael’

His name echoed through her like a spark catching dry tinder.

Desire flared-sudden, consuming, impossible to ignore.

“This is my chance.

Her pulse thundered. Her body moved before thought could restrain it. She stepped out.

Her hair had been styled just so—half-bound, the rest cascading softly, just as Lylah usually wore it. Every detail had been considered.

Every movement is calculated.

Then-

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