The Betrayed Princess Rising Chapter 151

3rd Person's POV

By the time Ezra stepped out of the car, Lylah was already looking around in quiet amazement.

Ezra moved to stand beside her.

“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.

When she glanced at him, he added in a reassuring tone, “Don’t be. Only my grandfather lives here now. The butler and the household staff as well. My council isn’t present, and most of the pack resides in the packhouse district further down the valley.”

His voice gentled further.

“If you’d like to explore it tomorrow, I can arrange it.”

Lylah nodded.

Ezra extended his hand to her.

She placed her hand in his without hesitation.

Together, they walked toward the grand entrance.

The moment they stepped inside the main hall, several staff members rose from their positions. The butler and a group of Omegas—wolves who had served the Moonclaw family since Ezra had been a pup—bowed deeply.

“Welcome home, Alpha. Welcome, Luna.” Their voices blended in respectful unison.

“Alpha Ezra, welcome back.” The butler stepped forward.

Albert was an older man with greying hair and a warm, familiar smile.

“It has been far too long since your last visit,” he said kindly. “Master has been waiting for you in his study.”

His gaze shifted politely toward Lylah.

“If Luna wishes, we would be honored to show her around the estate.”

Ezra’s fingers tightened instinctively around Lylah’s hand.

Albert noticed it immediately.

The Alpha clearly had no intention of letting his mate out of his sight.

The butler cleared his throat lightly.

“Of course… if Alpha would prefer otherwise—”

“Ezra, it’s alright,” Lylah said gently.

She turned to him with a small smile.

“You should see your grandfather first. It’s been a long time since you’ve met. I’m sure he has things he wants to say to you.”

Ezra looked reluctant.

But after a moment, he nodded.

He gave Albert a long, warning look—one that made it perfectly clear that Lylah was to be treated with the utmost care.

Only after he was satisfied did he release her hand and head toward his grandfather’s study.

It had been years since he last walked these halls. The mansion felt both familiar and distant at the same time.

At the end of the corridor stood a massive mahogany door.

The guard stationed outside bowed immediately.

“Alpha.”

He pushed the door open.

Ezra stepped inside.

“Ah... boy. You’ve finally returned.” Vargan sat comfortably behind a large desk, his silver hair tied loosely at the back, his sharp eyes still burning with the strength of a seasoned Alpha.

Ezra’s expression remained cool.

“I’m only here because of Lylah,” he said flatly. “If not for her, I wouldn’t have bothered returning. I’m busy enough in Lunaris.”

Vargan burst into laughter.

“Well then, may Selene bless that girl,” the old wolf chuckled. “Without her, it seems this pack would never see its Alpha set foot here again.”

Ezra snorted softly.

Vargan rose from his chair, amusement still lingering in his eyes as he walked closer.

“So,” he asked curiously, “what did your Luna think of Moonclaw?”

Ezra answered without hesitation. “Intimidating.”

“What?” Vargan blinked.

Ezra shrugged slightly. “Don’t pretend Moonclaw is some welcoming paradise. This territory was built for warriors to survive, not for comfort."

His gaze flicked briefly toward the window overlooking the view beyond the estate. “There isn’t much here that would entertain her. We’re only staying for a short while. After that, I’ll take her back to Lunaris.”

Vargan snorted in amusement.

“You still hate your birthplace to the bone,” he said.

Then his eyes gleamed with quiet mischief.

“But who knows?” Vargan folded his arms, studying his grandson with a smirk. “Perhaps Lylah will appreciate this land far more than your ungrateful hide ever did.”