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

161 The promise…

Lyla

When I arrived at my room, the warm scent of lavender greeted me. Nanny was there,

smoothing the wrinkles from my bedspread. The windows and curtains were open to let in light. and a cool breeze. The entire room looked sparkling and brand new.

She looked up as I entered, her face lighting up with a smile.

“Done with training already?” she asked surprisingly gently.

I blinked. I expected her to scold me for going to train barely hours after recovering.

“Yes,” I nodded, staring at her cautiously.

“Good!” she nodded and returned to her task, humming softly to herself.

I stood there for a few minutes, hoping she would snap at me, but she didn’t. She must have noticed I was still there because she looked up again.

“Did you want something?” she asked.

“No,” I shook my head. “The maids would have cleaned the room. You’re at that age when you shouldn’t be bending so much.”

“That’s a wonderful way to say thank you, she murmured without looking at me. “I raised you

well.”

“That’s not what I mean, Nan,” I sighed. “I feel so bad that you’re cleaning my

room. I can do that.”

*I’ve always cleaned your room whenever you recover from an illness and back when we still lived together. It’s something I enjoy doing – taking care of you!”

“I’m 23. You don’t have to do that anymore.”

“Why?” she paused, straightening. “Because you’re still the messiest 23–year–old I know. I saw dirty clothes under your bed and unspread laundry in your bathroom. Not to talk of your clothes. are not properly arranged in your wardrobe. Who knows, that might have caused the illness.”

“Nan!” I laughed despite myself. “You sound like my mother.”

didn’t answer; she was fluffing my pillows now.

you’re not going to say anything about me, training? I

but I’m not. I’ve realized that I spend half my energy running after you, begging you to eat healthy, asking you to document your heat so your pheromones don’t take you unawares, arguing with you about your choices… but you don’t listen. I’m going to let you do whatever you

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your heat so your pheromones don’t take you unawares, arguing with you about your choices… but you don’t listen. I’m going to let you do whatever you want to do. Be my guest if you want to train barely five hours after recovering. I won’t stop you from

Why was she being

the room to where she was and hugged her from behind,

her waist.

worried that you might beat him, so he ensured I

didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes. “Have you thought about going

deeper into her, sighing as her soothing scent calmed my nerves. “That’s what I thought, but these days, I’m beginning to

you even have any plans of leaving?” she interrupted me, turning to face me and

not this

Nathan…”

told you. I’ve

again before returning to her task. “Maybe

ant us to

she had brought this up, and I didn’t want

quick,” I said instead, escaping to the

room and dried my hair with a towel. Nanny was still there. She sat at the edge of my bed, her expression blank

to ask. I’m not good with things like that. So,

came to me, placing a small gift box on the table before she

that?” I plodded gently.

a few weeks before your birthday. Consider it an early birthday

I smiled at her. “Thank

for the gift box, I opened it and gasped with shock

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saw them.” Nanny smiled behind me, tears glistening in her eyes. “They reminded me of you from when you were a baby. You were so

wondering what was making Nanny so sad. “I love it. Can

trying so hard to control the tears now. I watched as she clasped the necklace around my neck. As soon as the pearls

of the vanity, the room swimming for a moment before clearing. When I looked up. I caught Nanny’s