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

72 You don’t have to be alone…

Lyla

“That bastard is your Lycan Leader and you’re his subject. What’s wrong with you, Nathan? What with the vulgar words and the

r with which you speak?”

“When you’ve been in prison for four years… you pick up certain language. I won’t apologize for this. I’m not sorry, it offends you!!

“All this because I refused to kiss you?” I stared at him in incredulity.

“Yes!” he nodded meeting my gaze, he didn’t seem like he was joking.

“And why is that? Because you went to prison for me? I didn’t ask you to, Nathan. If I was there, you know I would never have allowed you to walk into that dungeon.”

“Maybe!” he shrugged reaching for the cup of coffee on the table. “Is this mine?” he pointed to

the tray.

I was angry at how he changed the topic without giving me any closure. “Stuff yourself!” I drew a long hiss and walked past him to the bedroom closing the door firmly behind me.

I was so mad, that I wanted to break something but then I remembered Nanny’s words earlier and I paused, taking a deep breath. Maybe I was being too hard on him. Four years in that dungeon I couldn’t imagine what he’d endured.

I felt the anger inside me slowly melt into understanding. I would be more tolerant, and patient It was the least I could do for him- little means to repay him for the sacrifices he made

for me.

but a few hours later, a groan – deep, guttural and filled with pain – echoed through the apartment jerking me awake.

I sat up, disoriented and still sleepy.

the first one and it

barefoot towards the direction of the sound. In the living room, I turned on the light and the sight that greeted me shattered my heart into a

the floor beside the couch, the blanket I had thrown over his body last night twisted around his legs like chains. Beads of sweat had

he was fighting an invisible enemy as his lips moved.

you…” he muttered, his head thrashing from side to side. “Do what you want… you can

have to be alone…

to my knees as tears shimmered in my eyes. I could feel his suffering. I gently placed

whispered, “Wake up. It’s just a dream. You’re safe now. I rubbed his back.

I shook his shoulders harder, trying to

body tensed. In one fluid motion, his hand shot out. and wrapped around my throat. His eyes were

perfectly still, I didn’t

said quietly, allowing my hand to cup his face.

but slowly, his eyes cleared and recognition flickered in his them. But in the next instant, it was filled with horror, replacing the rage that was burning through him a while ago. He yanked his hand away as if my skin had burned him and scrambled backwards, shame

ground, drawing his knees to

sorry,” he breathed. “gods! Lyla,

I felt was the look in his eyes not fear, but something worse. A complete emptiness as if something had been taken him, leaving behind

What did Ramsey do to

away

towards him, holding my hands in front of me placatingly as I

from

I said softly, trying to get his attention before crawling