The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 4

Lylah's POV

The lights in my chamber were turned low, a soft amber glow settling over the walls like a held breath.

After a long bath that washed away the ache in my muscles and the lingering scent of toil, I sat at the edge of my bed.

My phone lit up. An unfamiliar number but I knew exactly who it was.

I slid my finger across the screen.

“Lady Lylah,” a deep, velvet voice greeted. “This is Riven of the Moonclaw Pack. It still feels unreal that you accepted my call.”

Tiara had told me he hadn’t looked away from my profile even once after receiving it. Curiosity had led me to request his in return, and from the first reading, I’d felt a quiet resonance.

“Lylah Moonrow of Blackfang Pack,” I replied.

A low chuckle sounded on the other end. “Your voice… It’s soft. Just as I imagined.”

He paused, then added, “My pack’s territory lies so close to Lunar Grace. Once you arrive, I’ll come for you myself if you permit it. I want to spend every day with you.”

There was no arrogance in his words, only sincerity.

Riven was a warrior and a part-time tutor at the academy according to his profile. His Pack, Moonclaw, was far from ordinary. Led by the infamous Alpha Ezra, it had expanded its influence through agriculture and commerce, rising to rival Rowan’s technological empire. Second only to Blackfang in strength.

“May I ask something about my soon-to-be mate?” He said softly.

“Yes.”

“Are you truly still unmated?” His curiosity was genuine.

“I haven’t found the right one yet,” I answered calmly. “After giving the best of myself, I couldn’t allow just anyone to take me. Certainly not a man lacking honor.”

He laughed, rich and approving. “You’re right. I admire that you value yourself. A woman with dignity is rare these days.”

A pause.

Then, gentler, “Before we end this call, happy belated birthday. I’ll bring you a gift when you arrive. Sleep well, Lady Lylah.”

“Sleep well.”

The line went dead.

We had spoken only once, yet I already had a great deal of respect for him.

Lady.

He said it with respect, when everyone here and in my former pack had only ever spoken my name like an insult.

I rose from the bed, my nightgown whispering against my skin as a sudden gust of wind burst through the room,

The door slammed open.

“I’m back from work,” Rowan announced, already striding toward me.

My smile vanished.

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