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

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 it possible to have

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

body of a Moonsinen

I sighed, adjusting my trousers. “Now we have a lot of things to do today. Can I trust you to concentrate and not push images of Lyla’s lips to

to work?”

No response.

about the Two–tailed wolf we’d met this morning and his mate,

a while later. Lenny was hunched over my desk, staring at my computer screen. He

this, Ramsey, he beckoned me.

I asked, hurrying to his

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 empty, except the one at which the two–tailed wolf had

the security department to send me all the footage from a week, and I discovered that these Ferals were deliberately avoiding the places where we had guards. This place,” he tapped on the computer screen, “Is the

“What?”

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

That would

that two–tailed wolf is must have known this because if you checked the cam from five days ago 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 another day and finally today. She’s really godsent.” Lenny

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

other packs, both werewolves and Lycans, and it’s the same

to the both of a MoonsingerL

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