Chapter 125
Chapter 125
Lylah’s POV
Relief crashed over me so hard my knees nearly buckled.
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My confession hadn’t ruined everything. It hadn’t unleashed some hidden disaster waiting to strike–no secret lover on his council. No wounded mate waiting for him back in the Moonclaw Pack. No one who would be hurt by what had passed between us.
Just… him. And me.
Warmth spread through my chest, dizzying and light, until it turned into something dangerously close to giddiness.
Giddy at the thought that I was the one Ezra had always wanted.
It felt impossible. Ezra was an Alpha–powerful, revered, a man the finest ladies of Verdanth would gladly give their hearts to. Men like him were surrounded by admiration wherever they went. The idea that his heart had never truly belonged to anyone before… that it might have been waiting for me… felt almost too unbelievable to hold.
And yet… for this moment, I allowed myself to believe him.
‘There’s actually something I need to show you,” he said.
I lifted my gaze to him and nodded. “Then show me p>
Ezra guided me through the doors of his chambers. The moment I stepped inside, the rich scent of him wrapped around me. He led me to sit on the wide bed draped in dark silk before disappearing into the adjoining room.
When Ezra returned, several papers were clasped in his hand.
He laid them across the sheet between us.
Each document was crafted from thick, fine parchment, the Moonclaw Pack’s sigil stamped in gleaming silver wax.
“I should have shown you these a long time ago,” he said quietly. “I kept waiting for the right moment, not wanting to burden you, and somehow the moment kept slipping away p>
My brows knit together as I looked at the stack. “What are they p>
“Some of my assets,” he said softly. “They were transferred to their rightful owner the moment you became my Luna p>
My stomach tightened.
“To you p>
My gaze dropped back to the documents.
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And then I froze.
There was no trace of Ezra’s name anywhere on the pages.
Only mine.
My name.
I traced the lines with trembling fingers, my jaw slackening as the meaning sank in. The wealth of the Moonclaw Pack was legendary throughout Verdanth–vast lands, trade routes, businesses spanning nultiple territories. But seeing it like this–in writing, with my name tied to it-
I was staggering.
Honestly.” Ezra continued casually, “you’ve always been better at organizing than I am. It would probably be easier if you kept these in your own room p>
pushed to my feet and took a step back.
No.” The word escaped me before I could stop it.
Confusion flickered across his calm, golden gaze.
‘I can’t.” I shook my head, my heart racing. “How could you give me something like this? How could you rust me so easily? This is enormous. ”
The combined value of these properties alone was greater than the wealth of three ordinary packs.
He stepped closer, his towering presence swallowing the distance between us.
‘Why not?” he murmured.
His fingers lifted to my cheek, brushing softly over my skin. The touch sent a shiver through both me and the wolf beneath my ribs.
“You… don’t like them?” he asked gently. “If there’s something else you’d prefer, I can p>
“No!” I said quickly, shaking my head again. “That’s not what I mean. I mean you can’t possibly put my name on all of this. If you do, then that means these lands, these properties… they’re mine. And I don’t even know how to manage something like that p>
Ezra studied me in silence, letting me finish.
Then realization softened his expression.
“Lylah,” he said patiently, “I’m not asking you to manage them. My people will handle all of that–my council, my accountants, my stewards p>
His voice softened.
“ I just want you to have them p>
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My breath caught.
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“You deserve it,” he said softly, his voice low and certain. “There is no one more worthy of what is mine… than you p>
He stepped closer, slowly, as though afraid I might retreat again. When his forehead finally rested against mine, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, his breath warm against my skin.
“My Luna,” he murmured, the words thick with something deeper than pride–something vulnerable.
His hand lifted, fingers brushing my check as if grounding himself.
“Please,” he whispered, the single word almost pleading. “Don’t refuse me this p>
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