The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368

Lylah’s POV

Tiara barely made it to the bathroom before another violent wave hit her.

The sound of her retching tore through me, sharp enough to send panic racing beneath my skin. My wolf surged forward instantly, restless and alarmed, and I hurried after her.

She stood hunched over the sink, trembling fingers braced against the white marble as her body shook with the force of it. The heavy coat she wore hung loosely from her shoulders now, doing nothing to hide how fragile she looked.

“Tiara…” I moved beside her quickly, reaching for her hand. “This isn’t normal. We’re going to the treatment center. A professional healer needs to examine you.”

“No.” The refusal came too fast.

She pulled back slightly, shaking her head as she tried to steady her breathing. “There’s no need for that.”

“You’re feverish, you can barely stand, and now you’re vomiting.” I kept my voice calm despite the unease tightening inside me. “If this keeps up, you’ll become dehydrated and collapse.”

Tiara swallowed hard, avoiding my eyes. “It’s… not exactly a fever. And it only happens in the mornings.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she froze.

Her face drained of color so suddenly it was almost painful to witness, like she had realized too late what she’d revealed.

Suspicion flickered through me.

Slowly, I guided her back toward the couch before she could protest again.

She sank weakly against the cushions while I knelt in front of her, searching her face.

“You noticed a pattern?” I asked carefully. “How long has this been happening?”

“A few days.”

“And you said nothing?” Panic sharpened my voice before I could stop it. “Tiara, if this isn’t a fever, then it could be something far worse.”

“Or…” Her fingers twisted tightly in her lap. “Maybe it isn’t.” There was something strange in her scent now beneath the sickness-fear tangled with uncertainty, fragile hope wrapped in dread.

Her eyes finally lifted to mine.

“Lylah… you’re a healer too.” Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. “You can check me yourself.”

I blinked.

“I just don’t want strangers at the treatment center knowing.” Her throat bobbed nervously. “What if I’m…”

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Finished

The realization struck me before she could finish.

“Pregnant?” I finished.

Tiara stared at me, stunned and silent.

Then, slowly, almost fearfully, she nodded.

For a moment, I could only stare back.

Pregnant.

The idea felt surreal wrapped around someone I had known nearly my entire life. My best friend. Tiara.

“When was your last moon blood?” I asked quietly.

She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to remember. “I don’t remember exactly. More than two months ago.”

My pulse quickened.

“Lie down,” I said immediately, shifting into healer instinct despite the storm of thoughts racing through me. “If there really is a pup, we need to know as soon as possible.”

She obeyed without argument this time, exhaustion finally outweighing resistance.

I moved carefully, methodically.

Though pregnancy healing wasn’t my strongest field, the signs were familiar enough. Elevated pulse. Heightened body temperature. Hormonal imbalance was woven subtly through her scent. Every small symptom aligned too perfectly to ignore.

Still, I needed certainty.

I placed my hand gently against her abdomen and closed my eyes.

My wolf stirred beneath my skin.

Selestine emerged slowly, silver awareness unfurling through my senses like moonlight spilling across dark water. The world sharpened instantly. Every heartbeat in the penthouse became distinct. Every breath. Every shift of blood beneath flesh.

Professor Grimwood had once told me that wolves destined to walk healing path were born touched by ancient instincts-capable of sensing life itself.

Now I understood exactly what he meant.

For a brief second, there was only silence.

Then.

There.

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Chapter 368

Faint.

Tiny.

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