The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

42 The unspoken heat

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I woke up the next morning, blinking groggily at the warm sunlight streaming in through my window. I stretched, feeling a strange calmness settle over my body. The overwhelming tension that had gripped me yesterday seemed to have cased, leaving me surprisingly… normal.

I no longer felt that feverish, consuming desire – I was still horny but I felt like I could control it. As I made my way downstairs, I saw Nanny standing by the stove, staring at the pot on fire but she seemed to be absent–minded. Her eyes were blank, and her brows were furrowed in a frown.

“Nan?” I called out.

No reply.

“Nanny?” I called out the second time, this time louder than the first one. She snapped back to reality, flashing me a smile not before I saw worry flash in her eyes. She wiped her hands on the dish towel on the counter and came towards me.

“Good morning, dear,” she greeted softly, her eyes scanning me as though she was assessing my condition. “Are you feeling better? You don’t seem like you’re still going through your heat.” My body tensed under her scrutiny as I recalled what had happened yesterday with Xander. True, my pheromones were everywhere in the room but I wasn’t doubling with occasional flashes of desire, or moaning at the slightest move of my body. Did it have anything to do with. Xander yesterday? Quickly, I masked my unease with a faint smile.

“I’m still going through it!” I murmured awkwardly. “It must have been the sleep. I slept quite a lot yesterday.”

Her gaze softened, though there was still a hint of worry in her expression. “That’s good, but your pheromones are still very active. Be mindful of it, alright? This heat seems different from your usual cycles. Maybe it has something to do with your visit to Blue Ridge?” she gave me a suggestive look.

1 shrugged, resisting the urge to say anything. The truth was, I was terrified of saying too much because I was afraid that I might let it slip that Xander had been here the previous day. I hadn’t told her about his visit and the mere thought of explaining what had happened alone made my

heart race.

“Did you come to my room last night?” I asked, trying to sound curious. “I thought I saw

I

head severally. “I mean, I did come to your room but I was alone. Why? Did someone

smile, moving past her to the fridge for a bottle

have figured out that Xander had been here? My

pound in my chest but I forced myself to remain calm. “Perhaps, I was just half–asleep,” I

WATH

unspoken

“I must have been dreaming or

she was trying to read something deeper in my expression, but eventually sighed.

stood.

the café lately and you know what that means. I don’t know if they’ve come from

was Mr. Dupree – Xander’s father that told her about the Panthers.

she said, her eyes searching mine.

I whispered with another strained smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be at home

got injured?” she glanced at me before returning to her cooking. “You know you can tell me anything right? We agreed that there’ll be no secrets from us.” t

*I’m

now is the right time to say anything. But

should just give Xander a

between us. The memory made my pulse quicken and my checks flush, but before I could dwell on it too long, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, my breath catching when I saw Xander leaning by the door, a backpack slung casually

with a wink.

blush, stepping aside to let him in. “Come on