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.

blond hair was wet with some of its

when I would tell myself that I wanted my

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dream was still valid. I closed the door behind me and both of us stood there for a moment, dripping wet, unsure of what

the tears at the back of my throat. I had wanted to hold it in,

back.

welled up in my eyes, my throat tightening with emotion. “You just… left me. No letters, no calls, you won’t even text me

took a step towards me again, cupping my cheek. “Lyla, I didn’t abandon you. I swear, I didn’t. I was in

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

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

do that? And for what reason? He rejected me. He told

he doesn’t know what he wants and he can’t keep using someone’s feelings

tell him.”

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

time.

prison,” he shrugged, burying his 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 spent every day thinking about you,

thought you were dead or worse. I wanted to come back… but…

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

“You’re beautiful.”

from his arms. Without another word, I walked into the bathroom and grabbed

get sick if you

but still took the towel from

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face and hair.

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

did he let

Leader is because of the good people in my life who still love me. I hate him so much, Lyla. I hate Ramsey Kincaid

do not 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

me but I

spare bed, I’ll set it up for you in the living room. It’s not much, but… It’s better

came back, I was holding an old, faded pyjama set. “These were my Nanny’s. They might be a bit short, but they’re clean. I

his hands.

way,” I pointed to the direction of my bathroom at the

“Lyla, I can’t…”