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

157 In the body of a Moonsinger…

I grabbed her arm, spinning her around and pinning her gently against the wall of the corridor.

Her breath hitched as she looked up at me, running her tongue on her lips. Lax cajoled me, begging me to have a taste, and I wanted to so badly, but I shook my head and leaned in, instead, my face close to her neck.

“What are you…” she began, but the words died as I inhaled deeply, brushing my nose against her skin.

I felt her body tremble even though she tried to appear unaffected, pushing me to move away.

I pulled back as I searched her face. “It was you this morning, wasn’t it?”

She stared at me, confused. “Me this morning? What are you talking about?”

I chuckled, my grip tightening slightly on her arm. “Don’t play games with me, Lyla,” I murmured. “That wolf – the one that tore through the Ferals like they were nothing. It was you, right? Lax recognizes you.”

She glared at me before scoffing. “You’re imagining things. Besides, who is Lax?”

“My Lycan,” I replied, still watching her. “He remembers your scent from when you came up to my leg. “And I know what I saw in your eyes just now. You’re not as good at hiding as you think.”

She continued staring at me strangely. “I’ve been sick; I practically came back to life today…”

“And the way you glow… the same way anyone would when they just get their wolf. You can’t deceive me, Lyla…” C’mon, tell me. I won’t…”

“I’m going to find, Nanny,” she interrupted me, her voice icy as she wrenched her arm free. “Believe what you want, Ramsey, but stay out of my way.”

without looking back and, as always, leaving me with a hard–on.

voice filtered into my mind again. “I was so sure the scent was hers, but her eyes… everything about her doesn’t remind me of the werewolf, not to mention she’s our

adjusting my trousers. “Now we have a lot

body of a

a lot of things to do today. Can I trust you to concentrate and not push images of Lyla’s lips to my head when I try

to work?”

No response.

met this morning and his mate, Lyla. He still felt drawn to both of them so I could understand

my desk, staring at

to see this, Ramsey,

asked, hurrying to his side.

computer screen. It was footage, a copy of all the CCTV cameras we placed in strategic places and at guard posts all over the region, but all of them were

had guards. This place,” he tapped on the computer screen, “Is the only place that

“What?”

point marked with a red pen. “The Northern Forest is only twenty miles to this entrance, and if my hunch is

would explain things.

up at the exact time the Ferals were trying to infiltrate the pack and did the

it,” I nodded. “What’s the situation report so far?”

no sighting of Ferals yet. I’ve checked in with other packs, both werewolves and Lycans, and it’s the same thing everywhere. Maybe they’ve gone to regroup, which would buy us enough time

the both

I wanted to share my observations with Lenny, but