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?”

not in the mood to banter words with you. Delete all the videos you have of me and her. The only reason, I am not taking any action

was so unlike you,

you

Oh, Ramsey, don’t

the

into. You made me who I

to a monster – a woman filled with hate created

eyes, inhaling deeply. “We’re getting married… aren’t we? What else do you fucking want? You think this is a game? You humiliated her,

as I took a step towards him. “Petty? Oh no, darling, this is far from petty. Consider it

repeated, his face twisting from fury to disbelief. “You think

this time I sounded colder. “Oh; Ramsey darling, threats are for amateurs. I prefer action. Every time you choose her over me –

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sleep with you last night on your heat? Do you want to get pregnant that bad? Why? There’s enough time for a baby, I explained to you but I want to follow our customs and traditions to the

you’re saving yourself

mate.”

you. I will never love you the way you want. I thought I

innocence. “Or am I simply a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it?”

will make me like you, you’re delusional. If anything, it makes me despise you even more. I love Lyla… no one

mask of calm shattered for a brief moment, as pain passed through

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all you want, Ramsey. But you’ll marry me. You’ll do the right thing for the pack, for your grandfather, and for yourself. Because

of his ragged breathing. His hands trmelbed, and for a moment, I thought he

“And if you think I’ll ever love you, you’re

Nathan Tanner over Lyla… that mutt who will never be half the woman I am. Yet, you threw away years of training because you wanted

let you hurt her,” he

I can

didn’t answer, he just stared at

I’m giving you a

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as I systematically tear

holds dear.”

hope you bring your best game 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 a jealous

he turned on his heel and strode toward the

floor.

away, Ramsey,” I called after him. “But remember, every

Without another word, he

wake.

my hands trembling. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I tried to regulate my breathing. I felt a tear slip down my cheek but I fought it, clamping down on my lips to stop myself from