The Betrayed Princess Rising Chapter 150

3rd Person's POV

After leaving the boutique, they stepped outside toward the waiting car. Ezra still looked far from calm. His shoulders remained rigid, the tension in his frame unmistakable.

Lylah reached out and placed her hand gently on his arm.

“It’s alright,” she said softly. “I’m alright.”

She could still feel the lingering storm beneath his skin.

An Alpha with instincts that fierce when it came to protecting his woman… Lylah had never experienced anything like it before.

Rowan had been an Alpha too. Yet more often than not, he had asked her to endure discomfort for the sake of his pride. Even when members of the Blackfang Pack treated her with thinly veiled disdain, Rowan had seldom stepped forward to defend her.

Ezra was nothing like that.

But Lylah also understood something else.

“Ezra,” she began carefully, “I want to tell you about Gwyn and Gary.”

His attention snapped to her instantly.

“I know you heard Gary compliment me earlier,” she continued. “And you might have thought we were friends, or that we knew each other well. But that’s not the truth.”

“Gary is Gwyn’s brother. I had never met him before today.” She paused before adding, “And Gwyn and I barely know each other either. We only met briefly when I treated one of her patients.”

Her voice softened.

“So no. It’s not what you think. Gary didn’t have any hidden intentions. He was only being polite.”

Ezra fell silent.

The effect of her explanation was far greater than Lylah realized.

The final remnants of the storm inside him dissolved almost instantly, like mist burned away by sunlight. The sharp edge of jealousy that had been clawing at his mind finally loosened its grip.

His thoughts cleared.

“Thank you,” Ezra said quietly.

His gaze softened as it rested on her. “For telling me that.”

A small smile finally appeared on his lips.

“I’ll remember it. If it helps ease your mind.”

Lylah didn’t realize how deeply jealousy had stirred his wolf.

Soon after, they climbed into the car. Lylah had already chosen a gift for Ezra’s grandfather, carefully wrapped and placed beside her.

Damon slid into the driver’s seat and guided the car smoothly through the streets as they returned to the penthouse.

But even as the city lights passed outside the window, Lylah’s mind remained occupied by something else entirely.

Ezra’s attack.

'It was too precise.'

She replayed the moment again and again.

When Ezra had struck the man, his claws had torn into the attacker’s arm with frightening accuracy. Not a fatal blow—just enough to disable him.

But the angle… the speed…

'How did he know exactly where the arm would be?'

With his vision, predicting that movement would have been nearly impossible.

Perhaps it was simply years of training. Ezra had lived for centuries, after all. His combat instincts must have been honed beyond imagination.

Yet the thought lingered in the back of her mind.

'What if there was another explanation?'

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The following morning, they began their journey to the Moonclaw Pack.

Moonclaw’s territory bordered Lunaris directly, so the drive wasn’t long. By midday, they had already reached the outer border of the packlands.

An hour later, the car rolled into the land where the Alpha family resided.

When Lylah stepped out of the vehicle, a cool breeze swept across the grounds. It carried the clean scent of pine forests and the soft sweetness of lavender from the vast gardens surrounding the estate.

She lifted her head to look at the mansion before her.

And froze.

Her jaw slowly dropped.

The Moonclaw Pack was known to be powerful—wealthy beyond measure. Everyone knew that.

But standing here, seeing it with her own eyes…

The truth was far more overwhelming.

The estate stretched across the hills like a kingdom of its own, grand stone buildings framed by towering pines and manicured gardens that seemed endless. The quiet luxury spoke of generations of wealth and dominance.

Compared to this place, even the grandest buildings in Blackfang and Ironcrest seemed like little more than shadows of true power.