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.

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 were inspecting

I would tell myself that I wanted my husband to be as handsome as

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door behind me and both of us stood there for a moment, dripping wet, unsure of what to

throat. I had wanted to hold it in, to act

back.

tightening with emotion. “You just… left me. No letters, no

step towards me again, cupping my cheek. “Lyla, I didn’t abandon you. I swear, I didn’t. I was in prison for four years. I was locked up in the

shock as I wiped 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?”

night you left Blue Ridge. When I refused to give him your address in the human world, he got pissed

did that?” I shook my head in disbelief. “C- Can he even do that? And for

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

tell him.”

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

time.

face in my hair. “I’m just glad you’re fine and he didn’t find you. I’m sorry” he pulled away, cupping my face again. “I had no way to contact you. There was simply no means, Ramsey made sure of that. I

him playfully. “I thought 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 me

“You’re beautiful.”

and grabbed a towel

if you stay in

wolf, Lyla!” he chuckled but still took the towel from

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face and

was still the Nathan I knew but there was something harder about him now, something that hinted at the years he had spent

he let you

killing the Lycan Leader is because of the good people in my life who still love me. I hate him so much, Lyla. I hate Ramsey Kincaid for taking away everything from

hate Ramsey Kincaid more than I do. I feel that all of my problems started from the day, I met him. I don’t know, Nathan but I wish, I never came home that day. I wish I

tried to reach for me but I took

I’ll set it up for you in the living room. It’s

bedroom. When I came back, I was holding an old, faded pyjama set. “These were my Nanny’s. They might be a

his hands.

direction of my bathroom at the

“Lyla, I can’t…”