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.

how long or when I dozed off but a few hours later, a groan – deep, guttural and filled with

sat up, disoriented and still sleepy. Heart still pounding, I switched on my bedside lamp

intense than the first one and it was coming from the

living room, I turned on the

twisted around his legs like chains. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and

unclenched, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy as his lips

side to side. “Do what you

You don’t have

in my eyes. I could feel his suffering. I gently placed a hand on

up. It’s just a dream. You’re

intensified. He kept muttering the same words over and over. I shook his shoulders harder, trying to pull him out of the

a sharp gasp, his eyes flew open and his body tensed. In one fluid motion, his hand shot out. and wrapped around my throat. His eyes were wild, unfocused, burning with a fear

I held perfectly still, I didn’t want to

quietly, allowing my hand to cup

was burning through him a while ago. He yanked his hand away as if my skin had burned him and scrambled backwards,

the ground, drawing his knees to his chest,

sorry,” he breathed. “gods!

felt was the look in his eyes not fear, but something

him? What did Ramsey do

away

me placatingly as I knelt a

from

softly, trying to get his attention before crawling toward