The Betrayed Princess Rising Chapter 130

3rd Person's POV

After dropping Lylah off at Lunar Grace, Damon guided the car toward the road that would take Ezra to his meeting.

The engine had barely settled into a steady rhythm when Ezra suddenly spoke.

“Call Halvar, he's the head of today’s meeting. Tell him I won’t be attending.”

Damon’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel before he glanced at his Alpha through the rearview mirror.

“Of course, Alpha,” he said carefully. “But why so sudden? Is everything alright?”

“No,” Ezra replied flatly. “Those fools will only drag the meeting out longer than necessary. I’d rather make sure I’m home when Lylah returns. I’m taking the day off.”

For a moment, Damon could only stare.

He had served Ezra long enough to know how deeply his Alpha valued anything related to his work in tech. Ezra missing a meeting—especially one he had personally scheduled—was almost unheard of. Yet here he was, canceling it without hesitation.

“All right, Alpha. I’ll inform him.” Damon didn’t argue.

If this had anything to do with the Luna, he already knew there was no point in protesting. Ezra would sacrifice anything for her.

Anything.

Damon still remembered the man Ezra had been before Lylah came back into his life.

Restless. Angry. Haunted.

He would run through every corner of the Moonclaw territory for hours, as though chasing something that could never be caught. At night, he would sit alone beneath the open sky, his gaze fixed on the moon with quiet, simmering fury—as though cursing Selene for granting him life again, only to keep him separated from Lysara, the other half of his soul.

Remembering those days, Damon could only feel grateful for the man Ezra had become now.

Meanwhile, at the Lunaris Research Center, Halvar received Damon’s call.

The moment the news spread, murmurs rippled through the room of gathered engineers.

“That can’t be right,” one of them said in disbelief. “Alpha Ezra has never canceled a meeting at the last minute before.”

“But if we ask him about it, he won’t answer,” another added. “And Beta Damon wouldn’t tell us anything either. So what are we supposed to do?”

Halvar remained silent, a thought slowly forming in his mind.

“Excuse me.” He stepped out of the room and into the quiet hallway.

He pulled out his phone and dialed. Normally, he would prefer speaking face-to-face to the man, but the situation right now felt too urgent to wait.

The call connected after several rings.

“Master Vargan." He greeted, "It’s me, Halvar Rosewood from the Lunaris Research Center.”

A groan came from the other side of the line, thick with sleep.

“You…” the older man muttered. “I was just about to curse whoever dared disturb my rest. Moonclaw’s been receiving nothing but nonsense calls from those idiotic packs lately. What do you want, boy?”

“Master, you should come to Lunaris as soon as possible. Something may have happened to Alpha Ezra.”

There was a pause.

Then, a booming laugh erupted through the receiver.

“I don’t believe there’s anyone there capable of harming the Alpha of Moonclaw,” Vargan said, a note of amusement coloring his voice. “My grandson is not someone who can be taken down so easily.”

Halvar swallowed.

“No… perhaps not,” he admitted quietly. “Unless the cause came from someone close to him.”

Silence lingered on the line.

Choosing his words carefully, Halvar continued,

“I’ve heard that Alpha Ezra now has a Luna. I don’t know if it’s related, Master, but… something about him has changed. Significantly.”