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

52 If truly, I’m the Moonsinger…

Lyla 0

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I stirred slowly, feeling every part of my body aching as if I had just run a marathon.

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The familiar scent of Xander’s house greeted me before my eyes even fluttered open. The soft silk of the bedsheets brushed softly against my skin, I scanned the room I wasn’t home yet and Xander or should I say the ‘Dark One‘ was perched at the edge of my bed, watching me intently.

I tried to push myself up and immediately, he was by my side, his eyes filled with warmth as he assisted me to a sitting position.

“Easy,” he murmured, gently supporting my back, not before stuffing pillows behind me and placing me gently on the stuffed pillows. “I was worried I hit you too hard. How are you feeling? he asked. His voice was gentle, but I recoiled from his touch, feeling alarmed and bewildered at the same time.

“What did you do to me?” I demanded, my eyes narrowing in suspicion as I stared at him.

His expression flickered with hurt as he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Nothing harmful,” he said with a pleading tone. “I didn’t hurt you, Lyla. I just put you to sleep. I didn’t want you to leave while you were angry. I mean you can be angry but be angry and stay. I know I have kept a lot of things from you and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll answer any question you have for me.”

His tone was sincere, but I scoffed.

“Right, putting me to sleep because I’m angry? That sounds like something a reasonable person does,” a bitter laugh escaped my lips. I sat up fully now, pushing away from the dizziness that still clung to me. “I really have a knack for ending up with the wrong men, don’t I?”

my words, gazing

“I am nothing like him, Lyla!” he shook his head looking pained by at me earnestly. “You shouldn’t have been with him in the first place, you… lost your…” he inhaled sharply “You allowed him to have you first… but it’s not a problem,” he added quickly. “You’re a beautiful woman and…”

or boy… sitting in front of me, from all the stories we’ve heard, was supposed to be some big bad evil, why was he acting like this to me? Was this a ploy to allow me to let my guard

have sex with me because he had me first?” I asked

“Is that why

brows.

that, we promised that we would give ourselves to each other on our wedding night. I didn’t

a pleasant tone, it was filled with sadness and exasperation

you that? Oh!” I chuckled “My reincarnate,

truly Fm the Moonsinger…

his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed at me. “She had that look when I first told her I loved her. Usually,

away, Xan… what should I call you

want!” he

moon bowe or whatever it is lodged in my body? You came for it, right?

me go?”

and confusion flickered across his face.

don’t…”

now. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” 1

me, making me think you cared about me. You didn’t really want me. You wanted whatever it is. you think I am. So, take it. Take it

recoiled more forcefully, curling away from him. My retreat stung and his face darkened with hurt. “You’ve got it all wrong”

a moment there, I wanted to believe really believe that my life could change, that maybe this time, things would be different. I actually hoped that life with you would be an upgrade better than the shitty existence I’m used to. I thought things might finally work out. But no,” I spat, “I fell in love with a centuries–old evil, who only wants me for powers that don’t exist.” Suddenly, the air around us thickened with tension. Xander’s expression shifted in an instant, his eyes glowing an unnatural green as

him. He approached my bed as if trying not to startle a wounded animal. “Lyla, please,” he said softly. “You’ve got it all wrong. I’m not after your

“Then what

on the edge of the bed now, careful to maintain some distance between us. “You probably don’t remember, but we were on the verge of sealing our union before the Moon Goddess turned you against me. But now…” his eyes gleamed with hope. “Now, I know nothing can stop us if we’re determined

washed over me, too fantastic, too impossible to be real. If only Ramsey had been as half as earnest as Xander was, I wouldn’t have left my

the Mo