The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 7

Lylah’s POV

The basket slipped from Cora’s hands and struck the floor. She dropped to her knees at once, scrambling to gather them, her voice tremble.

“I-i didn’t mean to interrupt your time together.” She bowed her head. “I’m truly sorry, Alpha Rowan, Lylah.”

Rowan was beside her in an instant, helping her to her feet. “What are you doing here?”

Rain clung to Cora's form, her hair damp, her thin dress darkened at the hem. She looked fragile, like something delicate that had wandered into a storm it couldn’t survive. A pearl, easily cracked.

“What happened to Lylah was my fault,” she said softly. “I came to apologize. But I didn’t realize you were in the middle of a conversation. Please continue, I’ll return tomorrow.”

Rowan exhaled, the tension easing from his shoulders.

“It’s pouring outside, you’ll fall ill if you leave now. Stay the night.” His gaze flicked to me. “Besides, Lylah is glad you came.”

Cora’s face brightened, “Really?”

I said nothing. I felt like a ghost bound to the walls of the room.

“I’ll have your room prepared and dinner made,” Rowan said, taking the basket. “You two can talk.”

“Thank you, Alpha Rowan,” Cora replied, her voice sweet with gratitude.

Then he was gone.

The moment the door closed, Cora stepped closer. Her honey-brown eyes brimmed with tears, her lips trembling as though she were on the verge of breaking.

“I really didn’t know Sir Hector used your text for my speech, Lylah. You’re my beloved sister. I would never hurt you on purpose.”

“Beloved sister,” I said flatly. “Yet you didn’t recognize my writing.”

Beloved. The words tasted bitter.

We had barely shared a life. The moment she appeared, everything I had—my place, my warmth, my worth—was handed to her. I was set aside like a stray no longer needed.

“I-I didn’t really know how your writing looked,” she whispered.

“Then we aren’t close enough for you to call me your sister.”

Cora's eyes widened, fear flashing through them, so practiced it almost felt instinctive.

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