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.”

me, walking away without looking back and, as always, leaving me

so sure the scent was hers, but her eyes… everything about her doesn’t

hope not!” I sighed, adjusting my trousers. “Now we have a lot of things to do today.

of a

sighed, adjusting my trousers. “Now we have a lot of things to do today. Can I trust

to work?”

No response.

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

packhouse and arrived at my office a while later. Lenny was hunched over my desk, staring at my computer screen. He spared me a

this,

asked, hurrying to his

copy of all the CCTV cameras we placed in strategic places and at guard posts all over the region, but all of them were empty, except the one at which the two–tailed wolf

from a week, and I discovered that these Ferals were deliberately avoiding the places where we had guards. This place,” he tapped on

“What?”

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

would explain things.

when she first met them, she showed up at the exact time the Ferals were trying to infiltrate the pack and did the same thing for

it,” I nodded. “What’s

same thing everywhere. Maybe they’ve gone to regroup, which would buy us enough time to put ourselves

to the both of

nodded, my mind flitting back to Lyla. I wanted to share my