The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

105 Funeral disrupted…

105 Funeral disrupted…

Lylan

The Funeral ceremony finally ended; it was now time to bury my father.

We moved out of the hall, following the procession of mourners as we made our way to the Pack’s sacred burial ground an area reserved for all the Alphas who had served the Blue Ridge

Pack.

I and Nathan walked together. I allowed him to clasp my hand in his, feeling comforted by his warmth and fighting the urge to sneak a peek at Ramsey and Cassidy who also joined the mourning procession but was behind us. Finally, we arrived at the designated area and gathered around it.

As they lowered my father to the ground, the reality of his death struck me. Watching him, lifeless – not moving, not saying a word to me, not glaring at me in his usual manner… it dawned on me that my father had truly died.

I felt my chest tighten as a sob escaped my lips. I clutched at my chest, trying to hold myself together but it was no use. The tightness was making it hard for me to breathe as my eyes watered. I fought it… I didn’t want to cry over a man who had been distant from me for years.

A man who had always been a shadow in my life rather than a guiding light… he didn’t deserve my tears. I didn’t want to miss him.

“Hey,” Nathan called out softly to me, as his strong arms encircled me. “It’s okay, Lyla… it’s okay. to feel, he murmured.

“No!” my chest heaved as I fought to hold back the tears. “He he was not a good father…” I raved, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I opened my mouth, trying to speak, but only a soft, strangled sound escaped me. My eyes. welled up with tears again, threatening to spill over but I blinked furiously, determined not to let

them fall.

“Maybe he wasn’t,” Nathan said softly “But it’s okay to miss the people you love and I know you’ll miss your dad. Allow yourself to feel, Lyla… it’s okay…”

I persisted. I placed a trembling hand over my heart, feeling the rapid pounding as I struggled to regain my composure, my body shaking with the effort to contain my grief. Suddenly, opposite me, Clarissa burst out in tears and

“Dad….” She wailed.

did it for me.

crooned ancient words. Nathan was whispering comforting words to me, his deep voice grounding me but I could barely hear him

burial finished and the crowd began

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Finally, alone, I lifted my head from Nathan’s shoulder, noting the dampness caused

sorry,” I murmured.

gently wiped my face, using a face cloth. “You’re not made of steel after all, he teased

you.”

dryly. “Because of

grief has cleared it up. Come now… let’s get you home. You’d

towards the pack house, there were a handful of people in front of us. Some Blue Ridge Pack Elders, our guests and I even spotted Ramsey

the air, chilling me to my bone. The sound had come from the direction of the funeral hall, so most of us walking towards it, paused, trying to understand what was

Alpha Renwick muttered

rushed towards us, his expression going grim. “I’ll find out, stay here,”

hall. Mostly Omegas and a few of our guests. Nathan pressed me close to himself, his eyes darkening as his

wolves at the brink – a normal response to danger. A pack

Feral wolves outside the Funeral

My heart began pounding violently in my chest, it was so loud that I could hear it. My vision. tunnelled, the people around me fading as a singular, paralyzing

have

the times I had spent every waking minute looking over my shoulder, every restless night spent in fear because I was scared Mr Dupree would come to my dreams. The constant scare that came from having zero social life, because I was scared Xander, would track me

voice sounded far away, distorted as though

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