The Betrayed Princess Rising Chapter 110

3rd Person's POV

“Go on,” Iris said lightly, though her back was already turned. “You can continue.”

“What exactly were you imagining?” Lylah called after her, laughter threading through her voice. “It’s not like that.”

Iris paused, then glanced over her shoulder.

Lylah and the Alpha stood far too close—close enough for their scents to tangle in the air, close enough for Iris’s imagination to run completely wild—but they weren’t kissing.

“Lady Iris has finished eating,” Damon announced as he approached Lylah and Ezra.

His gaze shifted to the billboard, and his expression tightened. “Wait... that’s Logan Silver, Alpha. He’s aligned himself with Rowan Blackfang?”

“Yes,” Ezra replied calmly.

“Oh no.” Iris clamped a hand over her mouth. “He already walks around acting all noble and righteous while finding every excuse to bother Lylah. If he gets more power, he’s going to be more irritating.”

Her gaze flicked to Lylah protectively, as if Rowan’s shadow might lunge from the screen at any moment.

Damon arched a brow. “Lady Iris, do you truly believe my Alpha would allow that?”

“But he already started with Logan Silver,” Iris said, her brows pulling together. “What if he’s planning to gather all the important figures in Lunaris to his side?”

Damon’s lips curved faintly. “Lunaris is more than Logan Silver. Rowan believes this alliance has handed him the master key. But he’s wrong.”

Ezra said nothing, but the power rolling off him thickened the air.

“The research center—the heart of the Tech Kingdom here in Lunaris, along with every chief engineer who matters—is under Alpha Ezra’s control,” Damon continued. “The minor centers answer to it. The independent factions rely on it. Supplies, intelligence, infrastructure—everything flows through that chain.”

His voice lowered, edged with quiet pride. "If Alpha Ezra wants, Rowan’s plans can be dismantled before they ever take root.”

Iris’s eyes widened as she looked at Ezra. “Oh… wow.” Then suspicion crept in. “But, shouldn’t this be a secret?”

“It is,” Damon said evenly. “And we trust that you can keep it. Can you?”

Iris straightened. “Yes. Of course!"

Damon nodded once. “Very well. You’re spared.”

Laughter broke out among them, light and easy.

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In a dimly lit study, Victor Ross reclined on his leather couch. The glow of his laptop illuminated old files—records of an investigation he and Logan had conducted years ago.

An investigation into Jax Stillward’s daughter.

“Sir Ross.”

Hunter, one of his restaurant servers, entered quietly and bowed. “I’ve brought the surveillance recordings you requested.”

Victor hummed in acknowledgment. His aura was colder than usual tonight.

Hunter placed the file on the desk, hands trembling slightly.

“I… apologize again,” he said. “For what I did to your friend's sister. For insulting her. I was wrong.”

Earlier, Victor had questioned him personally. A few cold, deliberate threats were enough to pry the truth loose. Hunter spilled everything. Including Cora’s instructions.

“You may leave,” Victor said flatly.

Hunter bowed once more and left without another word.

Victor inserted the file into his laptop. The video flickered to life.

Cora appeared, pulling Hunter into a secluded corner. She instructed him to switch the ingredients in their dishes, inflate the situation, and corner them into paying. And if things spiraled? Blame Lylah. Blame Iris. She didn’t even hesitate as she outlined the trap.

Victor’s jaw tightened.

He switched to the next recording.

Three figures appeared: Alpha Eldric of Ironcrest, the renowned healing expert Corvin Vale, and Cora. Their conversation dripped with venom, mockery, and contempt. They spoke of Lylah as though she were nothing.

Victor flinched despite himself.

“These men…” he muttered darkly. “Disgusting." His wolf stirred uneasily beneath his skin. "That woman had done nothing to deserve their contempt."

His gaze hardened as Cora’s image filled the screen.

“Were we wrong all this time?” he murmured. “Passing the honor—Jax Stillward’s legacy—to you?”

“Cora…" His lips twisted in bitter disappointment. "If Jax could see you now, he would mourn the daughter he thought he had.”