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.”

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

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 only mate. Is

my trousers. “Now we have a lot

body of a Moonsinen

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

to work?”

No response.

knew it was about the Two–tailed wolf we’d met this morning and his mate, Lyla. He still felt drawn to

arrived at my office a while later. Lenny was hunched over my desk, staring at my computer screen. He spared me a glance as soon as I entered.

have to see this, Ramsey, he beckoned

asked, hurrying to his

places and at guard posts all over the region,

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

“What?”

only twenty miles to this entrance, and if my hunch is right, the Ferals are

would explain

them, she showed up at the exact time the Ferals were trying

nodded. “What’s the situation report

I’ve checked in with other packs, both werewolves and Lycans, and it’s the same thing everywhere. Maybe they’ve gone to

to the both

flitting back to Lyla. I wanted to share my observations with Lenny, but I decided to keep them