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.

or when I dozed off but a few hours later, a groan – deep, guttural and filled with pain – echoed through the apartment

I sat up, disoriented and still sleepy.

time more intense than the first

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

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

clenched and unclenched, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy as his

muttered, his head thrashing from side to side. “Do what you want… you can do worse than this. I

have to be

tears shimmered in my eyes. I could feel his suffering. I

dream. You’re safe

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

motion, his hand shot out. and wrapped around my

racing but I held perfectly still,

hand to cup his face. “It’s me… it’s Lyla…”

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.

drawing his knees

“gods! Lyla, I’m so sorry.

than the dull ache I felt was the look in his eyes not fear, but something worse. A complete emptiness as if something

him? What did

away

me placatingly as I

from

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