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

151 You will not marry, Lyla.

Nathan D

I chuckled, unable to suppress my amusement. “Dad, you’re so dramatic. I didn’t know you had this side to you.”

“Laugh all you want,” he shot back, though his lips twitched for a second. “But you need to choose a Beta. So that by the time you return from one of your escapades and you see your pack in shambles, it’ll teach you a lesson.”

“Fine, fine,” I nodded. “But you know it’s up to Ragnar,” I said, referencing my wolf. “So far, he doesn’t agree with all the candidates we’ve had. It’s not my fault.”

My father muttered something under his breath but let the matter drop since we were already in front of the pack office building. When we got to my office, my father wasted no time in handing me a stack of files that required urgent attention.

For the next few hours, I worked through the documents, signing and approving where necessary. While he stood nearby, occasionally explaining key points.

The complexity of the paperwork was a stark contrast to the adrenaline–filled moments I

usually preferred, but I knew this was part of my role as Alpha.

When I was done, my father gathered the signed files for documentation and was almost leaving

the office when he paused at the door.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said, turning back. “Miriam called earlier.”

“Miriam?” I arched a brow without lifting my head.

“Lyla’s Nanny.”

My head shot up as I rose from my seat, anxiety filling me up.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Is Lyla, okay?”

They took away her phone and other distractions to ensure she rested properly. Miriam

relief I had felt from being reached out to moments ago gave way to frustration. As I

didn’t she take my own calls? I knew something was wrong. I could feel it. Why didn’t she tell me sooner? Instead, they leave me in suspense, wondering if she’s okay.”

don’t worry too much.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as

amusement and exasperation on his face. After

I scoffed, offended. “Like her? Dad, I love her. How can you even ask

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will not

came forward, placing a hand on my

not questioning your feelings, son. But you need to focus on your work. You’re the

to be distracted. And before you get any ideas, you’re not travelling to White

it. But there’s something you should know.”

father raised an eyebrow. “What

had promised to keep our relationship under wraps for now but I felt I needed to tell my father

to come clean. “Well, I proposed to Lyla, and she accepted. She’s going

that announcement was deafening. My father stared at me; his face unreadable. The longer he remained quiet, the more my confidence

“No.

widened with shock that gave way

after this… I beg you, Nath… you must listen to me now. Just this once. Whatever feeling you have for

my head around what he was saying. “Didn’t you

say

intention of spending your life

can date her for a few months or whenever. You’ll realize in time that feelings change and, who knows, your fated mate might come along.”

fated mate, Dad!” my tone rose. “Aren’t you listening to what I’m saying? I love Lyla to death. Either her or no one else. I’ve repeatedly said I don’t want to meet my mate and Ragnar has accepted Lyla…he loves her. There’s no other mate for us. If you will not approve of our union…”