The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 6

Lylah's POV

The bandage wrapped around my leg burned as if a silver pressed to skin, pulsing with every heartbeat. After the incident, they rushed me to the infirmary.

The healer stitched the torn flesh and insisted I stay under observation, warning of infection and delayed healing. But I refused. I wanted my room.

I had barely settled onto the edge of the bed when the door flew open.

“Lylah!” Rowan stormed in.

His expression shattered the moment he saw me sitting there, pale and shaking despite myself.

He crossed the room in two strides and dropped to one knee before me, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch.

“How are you?” he demanded softly. “Does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t."

His jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me. The healer said it needed four stitches. You don’t have to be strong all the time, Lylah.”

Something in his voice pulled me back into those hard years we had survived together.

“It isn’t just this wound that hurts,” I said.

His hand, resting on my thigh, stilled.

Rowan pulled it away as if burned, his gaze dropping to the floor, guilt thick in the air.

“You will have justice,” His voice solemn, Alpha-cold. “I swear it on my name. Hector has been stripped of his position and he will never hold power in my Pack again. The council, the College, Hector himself, will issue a formal apology to you.”

I said nothing.

Rowan knew that wasn’t what I wanted.

“Only them?” I asked.

“Lylah.” He took my hand again, his grip firm. “Hector was the one who stole your work, not Cora. She didn’t even know the speech was yours.”

Of course.

I withdrew my hand and stood, ignoring the sharp protest from my leg.

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