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

160 Better days ahead.

Lyla

I let out the breath I held as soon as I put enough distance between me and Ramscy.

Leaning against the wall outside the pack house, I took deep, restorative breaths to calm my racing heart.

Nymeris stirred within me, growling with approval. “Well done, Lyla. I thought you were going to crack under that steely gaze.”

“The exact words I need,” I hissed, pushing down to the base of the wall, letting the tension drain from my body. My heart was still pounding, and my palms felt clammy. “All of this happened because of you. If you hadn’t gone to Ramsey, acting like…” I trailed off, unable to finish the

words.

“A bitch? A slut?” Nymeris finished, “Is that the new name you want to call yourself?”

I groaned, pushing myself to my feet. “That was close, Nymeris. It’s okay if I’m freaking out.” I muttered under my breath.

“Just tell him it was you, Lyla. What’s the worst that can happen that hasn’t happened before? You heard what he said to the High priestess. He’s looking for you; he didn’t sound like he will harm you when he sees you. He’s our mate, Lyla… how many times do I have to say this.”

I scoffed. “You don’t know Ramsey like I do, Nymeris. You just met him.”

“And you’ve known him since forever?” she retorted. “Lyla… you have this bad habit of picking through someone’s words and hearing whatever suits your mood, and then you self–sabotage and act like the victim. Ramsey is a nice person, better than your Nathan.”

I opened my mouth several times, too shocked to make a sentence. “Ramsey is nicer than

Nathan?”

“Yes!” she replied. “Nathan bears grudges and looks like the kind of person that would remind you every day of your life, while Ramsey is only cold on the exterior. He’s a sweet man.”

“Oh, please!” I hissed. “You don’t have to say nice words about him to get in bed with him. Mate or not, I’m not ready to trust him, Nymeris. I’m speaking from experience and another reminder: Nathan is the person in our life now. He’s my boyfriend. So, please don’t confuse it and forget yourself. Ramsey has a fiancée already. She’s practically his mate and wife.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Lyla. The only instructions I would take from you are regarding changing my form or not. Otherwise, you’re always mistaken. Wrong about your emotions, intuitions and sometimes, I wonder if you’re even the Moonsinger. You have bad taste in everything, including men.”

Getting roasted by my wolf wasn’t what I’d envisioned. It was far from it. For some reason, Nymeris wasn’t scared to tell me exactly how she felt. She practically has no filter.

11:05

100 Better day

mid–morning breeze to calm the angry tremors teasing at the edge of my mind. I also pushed the lingering

minutes later, I arrived at the training ground.

while others practised forms. under the watchful eyes of the training instructor. I hovered at the edge of the ground,

fighting and barely resting afterwards, I felt a strange itch -a restless need to do something physical. However, I had arrived late, and no

tactics in my head. I was so engrossed in it that I didn’t notice

burly Gamma with greying hair and a gravelly voice. “Moonsinger?” He looked surprised and awkward at

word ‘Moonsinger‘ but maintained a polite smile.

Lyla would do, Gamma Theo,” I said quietly, straightening my spine and giving him

to shake

hand lightly. “It’s just that I don’t know what title to give you yet. Anyways, I’m surprised to see you here. I was told you went into a semi–coma up until yesterday, but you don’t

“I think it’s the genetics. I always look

could see it in his eyes, but he simply

in the

life.

worried we’d pushed too hard on you last time. Alpha Ramsey threatened to punish us…”

mean, Alpha Ramsey

someone with more

if I didn’t

him first… I scoffed under my breath. “I’m so sorry about that,” I said. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault. I wasn’t feeling great that day, but I am now, completely

shock. “I’m sorry, but I cannot

11:56

Better days ah

recovered. I don’t want to be the one who has to explain to that young priestess why you’re passed out on my

at the picture of

said solemnly. “The moment I feel any

shook his head. “I’m sorry… I can’t…”

trying to make a cute face at him–human

works

need to exercise my body a bit. It

doing this because you’re the nicest woman I’ve ever seen. But only light drills. If

“Thank you!”

was practically giant physically. Most of them grow

the other side of the dwarf

stall with their training safety kits,,

“Watch carefully