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.

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from her immediately, breathing in the mid–morning breeze to calm the angry tremors teasing at the edge of

minutes later, I arrived at the

in pairs while others practised forms. under the watchful eyes of the training instructor. I hovered at the edge of the ground, my eyes following each trainee.

a strange itch -a restless need to do something physical. However, I had arrived late, and no one was admitted. to the

store their tactics in my head. I was so engrossed in it that I didn’t notice someone talking to me until a shadow fell

and a gravelly voice. “Moonsinger?” He looked surprised and awkward at

cringed at the word ‘Moonsinger‘ but maintained a polite smile.

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

to shake

on his trainers before shaking my 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

me about it,” I chuckled. “I think it’s the genetics. I always look this good whenever I recover from any

eyes, but he simply nodded. “That’s a relief, then. Are you feeling better

in the 23 years

life.

pushed too hard on you last time. Alpha Ramsey

mean, Alpha Ramsey threatened

you spar with someone

if I

I wasn’t feeling great that day, but I am now,

his eyes widened with shock. “I’m sorry, but I cannot allow that. You

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cannot allow that. You just recovered. I don’t want to be the one who has to explain to that young priestess

laughter that bubbled to my throat at the picture of Nanny

moment I feel any discomfort, I’ll

head. “I’m sorry… I can’t…”

at him–human girls do this a lot,, and it always

works

need to

only doing this because you’re

“Thank you!”

practically giant physically. Most of them grow as tall as

side of the

small stall with their training safety kits,, and a

“Watch carefully