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…”

as I struggled to regain my composure, my body shaking with the effort to contain my grief. Suddenly, opposite me, Clarissa burst

“Dad….” She wailed.

it for

whispering comforting words to me, his deep voice grounding me but I could barely hear him over the pounding of my heart. I simply clung to

the burial finished and the crowd began to disperse. I and

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my head from Nathan’s shoulder, noting

I

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

you.”

dryly. “Because of

nodded. “Your grief has cleared it up. Come now… let’s get you home. You’d want to rest right? Maybe eat something and just sleep.”

people in front of us. Some Blue Ridge Pack Elders, our guests and I even spotted Ramsey and Cassidy walking side by side. They were

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

Alpha Renwick muttered from the side.

Jeremy who had been walking with my mother and sister in front suddenly rushed towards us, his expression going grim. “I’ll find out, stay here,” he

move, anguished cries filled the air. People started running from the direction of the funeral hall. Mostly Omegas and a few of our guests. Nathan pressed me close to himself, his eyes darkening

at the brink – a normal response to danger. A pack warrior weaved his way through

are Feral wolves outside the

white. 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

have found me?

had spent every waking minute looking over my shoulder, every restless night spent in fear because I was scared Mr Dupree would come to

distorted as

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