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.

I slipped into bed, willing myself to sleep. I don’t know how long or when I dozed off but a few hours later, a groan – deep, guttural and filled with pain – echoed through the apartment jerking me awake.

sound sent a shiver down my spine as I sat up, disoriented and still sleepy. Heart still pounding, I switched on my

again, this time more intense than the first one and it was coming from the living

towards the direction of the sound. In the living room, I turned on the light and the sight

chains. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and his face was contorted in agony with

was

head thrashing from side to side. “Do what you want… you can do worse

don’t have

could feel his suffering. I gently placed a

whispered, “Wake up. It’s just a dream.

the same words over and over. I shook his shoulders harder,

motion, his hand shot out. and wrapped around my throat. His eyes were wild, unfocused, burning with a fear and fury

heart racing but I held perfectly still,

my hand to cup his face.

in the next instant, it was filled with horror, replacing the rage that was

sank to the ground, drawing his knees to his chest,

breathed. “gods! Lyla, I’m

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

Ramsey torture him? What

away

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

from

softly, trying to get his attention before crawling toward him. “It’s okay. You were having