The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387

3rd Person’s POV

The revelation struck like lightning splitting through a dead forest.

For one suspended moment, the air inside the hut turned unbearably still.

Then Ivar’s silver eyes blazed.

Everything had finally aligned. Every lie. Every missing piece of the puzzle. Jax Stillward’s true daughter had never died.

She had been switched beneath the chaos of that storm-torn night and raised under Ironcrest Alpha’s roof.

And now, that lost baby stood as Luna of Moonclaw.

The very woman Ivar had encountered again and again without realizing who she truly was.

“It was Lylah!” Isaac Grey breathed hoarsely.

Then rage exploded through him.

“She’s Jax Stillward’s real daughter.” His voice cracked against the walls of the hut as his fists clenched violently at his sides. “Goddess…”

Memories slammed into him without mercy.

Isaac suddenly remembered the day he struck her across the face after Iris fell from the ladder and dislocated her leg. He had blamed Lylah instantly back then, convinced her fierce nature would one day drag Iris into trouble.

The guilt hit like silver shoved through his ribs.

“I should’ve known,” Isaac growled, dragging a hand through his hair viciously. “Damn it… I should’ve seen it.”

His wolf snarled beneath his skin in self-loathing.

“She’s exactly like him,” he said bitterly. “She has the same courage. The same spirit..She was Jax’s daughter all along, not Cora!”

Ivar turned toward him sharply. “You know Lylah?”

Isaac gave a stiff nod.

“I was one of the five pups Jax Stillward saved during the bear attack near the Blackridge-Whitepine border.” Isaac’s throat tightened with emotion. “My sister works at Lunar Grace, I know Lylah from her. And I failed to see the truth standing right in front of me. I let Cora manipulate me like an idiot.”

At the mention of Cora, something cold and lethal passed through Ivar’s gaze.

“We were all deceived by that sly vixen,” he said quietly.

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Chapter 387

But beneath the calmness, his wolf was already baring its fangs.

Ivar slowly turned back toward Myriah.

Earlier, the old healer had begged for her life with terror carved deep into her soul.

Now he understood why. “You begged for your life earlier” Ivar said quietly, his eyes narrowing. “Did someone from Ironcrest threaten you?”

Myriah immediately began trembling again.

“Yes…” Tears welled in her clouded eyes. “Five years ago… Alpha Eldric came here himself.”

Even speaking the name seemed to suffocate her.

“He was furious,” she whispered. “He said he had finally found his true daughter-Lady Cora.” Her frail hands shook violently beneath her blankets. “He blamed me for the switched infants. Said I made him waste years… waste resources… waste affection on the wrong child.”

Myriah’s breathing turned ragged as old trauma resurfaced.

“I knelt before him,” she sobbed. “I begged his forgiveness. It was pure accident… the birth was chaos… I never realized the babies had been switched…” Tears slid down the old healer’s face. “But he wanted payment.”

Myriah broke completely.

“He ordered his guards to kill my dear son.”

Isaac stiffened violently.

Rune’s expression darkened.

And Ivar,

Ivar’s wolf surged so hard beneath his skin that the wooden floorboards creaked under the pressure of his aura alone. Murderous power flooded the tiny hut like a living storm.

Myriah flinched instinctively.

“He threatened me after that,” she said softly. “Told me to keep my mouth shut forever. All I know after that. Lady Cora remained in Ironcrest…and the other girl disappeared.”

Something savage flashed through Isaac’s eyes.

“Even after finding Cora, Eldric still cast Lylah aside?” Revulsion rolled off him in thick waves. “That bastard is a monster.”

“No,” Ivar muttered.

The Commander’s eyes had gone glacial.

“He thought casting Lylah out of his pack, branding her as nothing more than an adopted stray, and cutting

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