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.

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

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

time more intense than the first one and it was coming

back my covers 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 heart into a thousand

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

he was fighting

his head thrashing from side to side. “Do what you want… you

don’t have to

I could feel his suffering. I gently

dream. You’re safe now. I

intensified. He kept muttering the same words over and over. I shook his

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 and

perfectly still, I didn’t want to

I said quietly, allowing my hand to cup

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

to the ground, drawing his knees to

he breathed. “gods! Lyla, I’m so sorry.

my throat, but what hurt me more than the dull ache I felt was the look in his eyes not fear, but something

What did Ramsey do

away

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

from

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