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

108 The Moonsinger’s secret…

Ramsey

My eyes fluttered open, squinting against the soft light filtering into the room.

was filled with the

Blue curtains swayed gently in the breeze from an open window. The room sterile smell of antiseptic and stark white walls. My mind felt foggy, my head throbbed and my body felt sore as I tried to remember how I ended up here.

Where am I?

I looked down at my body noting my left leg was wrapped up with white bandages and then another on my left wrist, with plaster scattered all over my body. I counted five.

“Hospital,”

Lax’s voice filtered into my consciousness. I could tell he was weak, from all the fighting and confrontation we had a while ago. Suddenly, a faint rustling in the room drew my attention. before a voice came to my ears, instantly souring my mood a voice I despised.

“Finally! You’re awake.

It was Nathan.

Of all the people I wanted to wake up to, it had to be this jerk. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed he was on a bed and seemed to have more bandages than me. Groaning inwardly, I closed my eyes, hoping he would disappear. Or maybe if I ignored him, he would stop talking to

me.

No such luck.

“Stop pretending to be asleep, I saw you stir a while ago. I’ve been watching you.”

“And why is that?” I exploded turning my head to him. “Why are we in the same room to begin

with? Who did this?”

*Stop stressing over petty things like this, Ramsey,” he hissed. “We were both unconscious when we were brought in, else, I would not purposely walk into a room with you. Talk more of sharing, so put up with it, this isn’t the time for your petty hatred,”

“You can leave if you want… Nathan. I’m the oldest, I get to…”

stop throwing around your title like it’s some divine gift? You’re the Lycan Leader, chosen by the White Moon Throne and so

expression on his face,

to call for the nurse or something when elders from your Pack with your grandfather came into this room. They were talking

eyes flew open instantly turning to face him as I sat up abruptly, Ignoring

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Moonsinger’s

just say? What do you mean

“A moon priest came a while ago and he thinks she’s the Moonsinger. She’s still unconscious, so there’s no conclusion yet but your grandfather was insisting that they take her

feeling triumphant. “If that’s

being selfless for even a second. Your grandfather and the elders have concluded and

“Why?”

with the power she wielded earlier she might become uncontrollable, something about her heat…didn’t get it clearly because of the drowsiness

blood ran cold. I

lock her away now that she’s in her heat, strip

or worse,

–

“But Lyla should never be locked up during her heat… it’s dangerous…those pheromones might drive her crazy and make her do things she’s not supposed to.”

two

guards getting their way with

he shook his head. “That’s not what I’m worried about. See, I can’t tell you because it’s something really private and maybe it’s best you hear it from Lyla’s mouth herself but you

at the tenderness in his eyes as

care of her? How?” I asked.

basically. There’s not so much that

Then it clicked.

she was dealing with those Ferals. Not even when she had been fighting

knew?” I gave him

seconds before sighing and sinking into his bed. “Yes… I had my suspicions for the longest time but… I knew.

The Moonsinger’s

mute all this while? Did her family know

of yourself again, Ramsey, he sneered at me. “Far from it. I suspected because I saw what happened to the first Ferals who attacked her. That day you drove her from

from where he stopped. “We mated that day and we got into an argument afterwards. She practically escaped, dressed like an Omega and wanted to leave. Was I supposed

his eyes