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,

as I sat up, disoriented and still sleepy. Heart still pounding,

intense than the first one and it

and padded down the hallway barefoot towards the direction of the sound. In the living room, I turned on the light and the sight that greeted me shattered my

thrown over his body last night twisted around his legs like chains. Beads of sweat had formed

clenched and unclenched, as if he was fighting an

you want… you can do worse

have to

my knees as tears shimmered in my eyes. I could feel his

just a dream. You’re safe

and over. I shook his shoulders

his hand shot out. and wrapped

gasped, my heart racing but I held perfectly still, I

hand to cup his

replacing the rage that was burning through him a while ago. He yanked his hand away as if my skin had burned him

drawing his knees to his

breathed. “gods! Lyla,

the dull ache I felt was the look in his eyes not fear, but

torture him? What

away

moved towards him, holding my hands in front of me placatingly as I knelt a little distance away from him.

from

said softly, trying to get his attention before crawling toward him. “It’s