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

151 You will not marry, Lyla.

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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?”

fever yesterday, but she’s recovering now. They took away her phone and other distractions to

moments ago gave way to frustration. As I began pacing

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

knew you’d have this reaction, but don’t worry too much. I’m

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I stopped

his face. After a moment, he spoke again. His voice was

Dad, I love her. How can

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not marry,

me a contemplative stare and came forward, placing a hand on my

not questioning your feelings, son. But you need to focus on

get any ideas, you’re not travelling to White Moon Pack.

nodding slowly. “I get it. But there’s something you

father raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

keep our relationship under wraps for now but I felt I needed to

deep breath, deciding it was time to come clean. “Well, I proposed to Lyla, and she accepted. She’s

that announcement was deafening. My father stared at me; his face unreadable. The

his head. “No.

that gave way to anger. “What? Why

after this… I beg you, Nath… you must listen to me now. Just this

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

say

you have no intention of spending your life with them? I love Lyla… Dad… so much and for

realize in time

“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