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

118 Luna of the White Moon Throne.

Cassidy POV

I patted my hair, looking at my reflection in the mirror with satisfaction and rose from the vanity table admiring the two–piece loungewear I’d gotten a few days ago. Picking up my cup of steaming coffee, I crossed my room to the window overlooking the pack house compound and settled on the window seat, sipping and waiting for his arrival.

If Lyla turns out to be the Moonsinger, it reduces my chances of ever being with Ramsey and that was what I dreaded the most. To my parents, Ramsey might be an achievement for our pack and the family – becoming the Luna of the White Moon Throne is no easy feat….

but to me…

It’s marrying the man I love. I love Ramsey… I’ve always had, for the longest time. I was scared that I might never get to relieve my dreams of making babies with him, waking up to him by my side and practically just him being the best thing that happened to me.

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But it didn’t matter now… I would make do with just having him as my mate… that would suffice. A few minutes later, he drove in. I watched with an amused smile as he sprang out of the car and started walking towards the pack house…

“And the drama begins,” I whispered to myself, taking another sip of my coffee.

The corridors leading to my room echoed with his determined footsteps as he matched towards me. My room is at the far end of the West Wing in the Packhouse, a wing built specially for the Luna.

He didn’t bother knocking, the door flew open with such force that it slammed against the wall, the sound echoing through the White Moon Packhouse.

Where I was sitting, I barely flinched, I was used to his angry outbursts already. I took another sip from my mug, my perfectly manicured nails tapping against its

rim.

Our eyes met and for the briefest of seconds, he

wanted to yell but he held himself, motioning for my maid to leave the room. As soon as we were alone, he

turned to me.

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“What the hell were you thinking, Cassidy?” he bellowed, his fists clenched at his sides.

I arched a brow, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. “Ah, you’re here. Took you long enough. I was starting to think that I was wrong and you didn’t care about her.”

“Don’t play coy with me,” he growled. “How can you post such an intimate video of me and her? You know what… I don’t want to belabour this just delete the videos you have and call back all the minions you have working for you. We’ve been trying to take down the videos but they keep showing up in one new blog post

or the other.”

“And if I don’t? You will chase me out of your house like you did my father? Threaten to break off our engagement? Which is it going to be, Ramsey?”

have of me and her.

This was so unlike you,

you

Oh, Ramsey, don’t act so

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me who I am. I can’t believe myself these days either. I went

a woman filled with hate created

a game? You humiliated her, and now you’re dragging her name through the mud for what?

sparked with malice as I took

his face twisting from fury to disbelief. “You

are for amateurs. I prefer action. Every time you choose her over me – every time you run to Lyla instead of staying

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for a baby, I explained to you but I want to follow our customs and traditions to the latter. I am not in a rush

maybe you’re saving yourself for your perfect

mate.”

marriage is for convenience and not because I love you. I will never love you the way you want. I thought I made myself clear

simply a woman who

the line, Cassidy. If you think this will make me like you,

a brief moment, as pain passed through my

White Moon Throne.

for the pack, for your grandfather, and for yourself.

a moment, I

if you think I’ll ever love you, you’re more

mutt who will never be half

hurt her,”

her? This is nothing. I can destroy her reputation completely. I can make her

just

you a

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as I systematically tear apart everything Lyla

holds dear.”

because when I start, Cassidy Thorne, you’d know that I only started loving since Lyla… I’m worse than you. Colder, more insane and

and strode toward

floor.

him. “But remember, every time you leave me, she’ll pay

door, his shoulder tense. Without another word, he walked out, slamming the

wake.

faded, I sank back into my chair, my hands trembling. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I