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

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Lyla

Nathan’s kiss took me completely unawares,

But it’s okay- friends kiss all the time. Especially ones that haven’t seen each other for four

years.

It was soft at first, almost as if he was hesitating, as though he needed to test the waters, to make sure he hadn’t crossed a line.

But then, the next instant, the kiss deepened. The kiss was filled with regret, pain, longing and desire that I didn’t know where it came from. But I stood still, allowing him.

His hand gently rested on the small of my back, pulling me closer. I melted into him, instinctively gripping the fabric of his shirt to anchor myself. The umbrella had been long forgotten and the rain pelted on us but Nathan didn’t seem to notice.

My heart pounded in my chest as he pulled me even closer – the kisses were becoming feverish, almost too passionate, this was not a friend’s kiss. I moved against him, protesting with my body since my mouth was pressed on his.

After a second of wriggling and trying to leave his arms, he pulled back slightly and rested his forehead on mine, both of us breathing heavily. His eyes searched mine – it was dark and filled with emotion as if he was asking questions without words.

My lips still tingled from the kiss. “I’m sorry” he whispered as his thumb brushed against my cheek, though there was no regret in his voice. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t help it.”

I nodded; I didn’t want to talk about what happened.

“Can we go to my house? The bus stop is two blocks away…

“I brought a car,” he said quietly, nodding to the Black Sedan parked at the side of the road as he picked up the discarded umbrella on the road. “C’mon, let’s go.”

My apartment was small but warm. It was love at first sight from the first day I walked into it. It was compact but cozy and big enough for me but I loved the way the rooms connected making it easier to cover the entire house in a few minutes.

My hands trembled slightly as I unlocked the door. I pushed it open and stepped inside, flipping on the lights as I motioned to Nathan to follow suit. His presence filled up my tiny space

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could tell he was conscious of his wet, dripping clothes…

But that didn’t matter now, at least to me.

I couldn’t believe he was standing here, in my apartment, after all these years.

I was used to had been replaced with a sharp line on his jaw and a day–old stubble. His blond hair was wet with some of its strands clinging to his forehead. His clear blue eyes

was a time when I would tell myself that I wanted my husband to be as handsome as

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and both of us stood there for a moment, dripping wet, unsure of what

me, Nathan,” I finally broke the silence, fighting the tears at the back of my throat. I had wanted to hold it in, to act like seeing him again didn’t affect

back.

just… left me. No letters, no

I swear, I didn’t. I was in prison for four years. I was locked up in the smelly dungeons of the

my eyes roughly with the back of my hand. “Prison?” I repeated. “What are you talking about? Why would anyone imprison you? What did you do?”

find you and your sister saw me with you on the night you left Blue Ridge. When I refused to give him your address in the human world, he got pissed and threw me into prison.”

head in disbelief. “C- Can he even do that? And for

doesn’t know what he wants and he can’t keep using someone’s feelings for second guessing. That’s one of the

tell him.”

him, spreading my arms out for a hug. “I had no idea and then you could have just told him the damn thing… four

time.

again. “I had no way to contact you. There was simply

not your fault,” I nudged him playfully. “I thought you were dead or worse. I wanted

didn’t,” he sighed, pulling me closer again for another hug. “I missed you, Lyla. You’ve changed a lot!” he chuckled, his eyes running the length of my body. “You’ve become more woman. I left you as a 19–year–old girl but…” he trailed off, his eyes gazing at

“You’re beautiful.”

blushed, moving away from his arms. Without another word, I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel from the rack. I came

dry off. You’ll get sick if you stay

still took the towel from me and started wiping the rain

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face and

about him now, something that hinted at the years he had spent locked away from the world. I could see the exhaustion

let you go?”

not hanging on a pyre somewhere dead for killing the Lycan Leader is because of the good people in my life who still love me. I hate him

away from you,” I said quietly. “And you do not hate Ramsey Kincaid more than I do. I feel that all of my problems started from the day,

tried to reach for me but I took a step backwards.

I announced. “I have a spare bed, I’ll set it up for you in the living room. It’s not

holding an old, faded pyjama set. “These were my Nanny’s. They might be a

his hands.

the direction of my bathroom at the end of the hallway. “You look like you could use a hot

“Lyla, I can’t…”