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

180 The proposal…

Lyla

Everyone on the Festival grounds parted like a wave, creating a path as Nathan approached me guiding the wooden platform that held the proposal. Around us, people murmured, pointing

excitedly at us.

My heart pounded in my chest as he drew closer. His usual confidence was replaced by an endearing nervousness that made him look younger and more vulnerable. He carried a bouque of night–blooming jasmine, the rarest of flowers you’d ever see in our world.

I can’t believe he remembered. Of course he had. We’d spent countless nights in the garden as teenagers, where I’d told him how the flowers reminded me of the sweet memories of my childhood.

Finally, the platform rolled to a stop and Nathan stepped off as he came to stand directly before me. The bouquet trembled slightly in his hands as he extended it toward me.

“For you.” he said, in a tone softer than I’d ever heard.

I accepted the flowers, burying my nose in it. He inhaled deeply, his gaze still holding mine. The he lowered himself onto one knee. Gasps rippled through the crowd, but my world had narrowed to just the two of us.

“Lyla,” he began, his voice was steady despite the nervous smile he flashed me. “I know we agreed to keep our relationship private, but I can’t contain my heart any longer. Every day, I wake up thinking of you. Every night, I dream of our future together and I can’t hold it in anymore. Not when every fibre of my being screams, you’re my mate.”

My knees weakened at the sincerity in his tone, so much so that I was trembling.

“I’ve dreamed of you every day…” he continued “… of what it would be like to wake up beside you to share my

life with you, to be the one you turn to in everything. I know it’s not perfect, but Lyla, I don’t want it any other way. You’re my heart, my soul, my everything.”

Tears welled in my eyes as my grip tightened on the bouquet.

“As my mate, you would never know a day without love, without protection, without absolute devotion, his voice grew stronger, more certain with each word. “I’ve seen your strength, your kindness, your fierce spirit. I’ve watched you overcome every challenge fate has thrown at you, and I fall more in love with you each time.”

He reached into his pocket, producing a small wooden box carved with the same ancient symbols as the proposal platform. “I promise you, Lyla, that I will never hurt you or break your Trust. I will never let you face your battles alone. I will cherish every moment we have together, whether in joy or hardship. So please…”

He flipped open the box to reveal a ring that sparkled like the Harvest Moon above us. Holding it towards me, his eyes locked on mine.

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150 The proposal.

me your heart, as I give you mine. Be my mate, my partner, my

parted, but no words came. My emotions were all over the place – joy, disbelief, and overwhelming sense of love for the man before me. I think I may have fallen in

had taken him several assurances from both him

every seed of

spilt freely down my cheeks as I extended my trembling hand toward

him.

I whispered, then louder.

the ring onto my finger. Rising to his feet, he cupped my face in his hands, his touch as gentle as a summer breeze. Our eyes met, and in that moment, nothing else

passionate kiss. The intensity of our kiss blurred the world. around us, conveying everything we felt. The crowd’s cheers and claps became a distant hum as we melted into each

his entire face. I smiled back,

congratulate us, alongside other pack members. I tried to keep up with

me. A half–remembered moment from just before Nathan’s arrival. Ramsey–he had been about to say something. I turned toward the stage. expecting to see

was empty.

his hand around my waist. Immediately, I froze. I still haven’t gotten used to his touch. “I bought your favourite wine. We could take the celebration

the meaning of his words. In our world, an engagement

dear, I smiled woodenly, “I still need to ask Mother

halfway. “I already

other excuse. I allowed him to lead me toward the

house.

as we almost left the festival grounds, Nanny called out

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me and also feeling a wave of guilt at what happened between her and

Nymeris.

a few seconds with her?” she pleaded with Nathan,

moment, I thought he would refuse, but he simply nodded and continued towards the pack. house. Alone, I and Nanny looked at every other place except at

her throat.

engagement?” “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have

I was going to apologize for hiding my wolf

from her.

so sorry for

“I’m sorry…”

same time. Finally, our gazes met, and