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

182 Fractured moments…

Ramsey

I sat behind my desk, the warm glow of the morning sun casting long shadows over the stacks of documents on my table. The room was silent except for the rhythmic scratch of my pen against

рарет.

My concentration was broken by a soft knock, followed by Lenny entering my office.

“Alpha,” he began. “The doctors at the pack hospital just informed me that they’ll be discharging

Cassidy today”

I nodded, my eyes not leaving the papers before me. “Good,” I said simply and continued writing.

Silence stretched between us until Lenny cleared his throat.

“There’s something else, he continued hesitantly. “The lab called carlier. They called to inform you that the finished product for the anti–pheromone depressor is ready and can be used now. They want you to use it on the person it was made for so that they would know if adjustments

need to be made.

I paused for a fraction before nodding. “Good, then have it sent to the person it was made for.”

There was another slight pause before Lenny called out to me. “Ramsey,” he started, his voice was filled with irritation. “Won’t you give it to her yourself?”

“I don’t need to deliver it myself, I responded quietly.

“C’mon Ramsey, Lenny sighed. “You’ve been working on this for years. The resources you’ve poured into it, the time you’ve spent… you should at least…”

necessary” I

made? This was supposed

to another man, Lenny. I’m not that stupid to break

better than to push further. “Tine then, I’ll go about

the door opened again. This time, it was my grandfather, Elder Eldric, who strode in holding a small stack of ornate papers. “I brought some samples for the wedding invitations, he announced, placing them on my desk. I glanced at the designs briefly before returning to my documents. “Pick whichever one you think is

his eyes studying me. “You could at least pretend to care, he

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replied tersely, not looking up. “I just have

a moment longer, then left the office, closing the door

my hands through my hair, the tension in my chest refused to ease, and for the first time today, I allowed myself a moment of stillness. I didn’t want to think

my moment of solitude was short–lived when another soft knock on the door came and the

“I said…”

on my lips when I saw Lyla standing in the doorway. She hesitated, her hand still on the

asked, with a weary sigh. I wasn’t even

and we will be leaving tomorrow.

she’s doing

these things,” I interrupted, my gaze returning to my

“I’m not.”

and hurt crossed her face at the

murmured under my breath. “I don’t

her voice was firmer.

replied flatly without looking at her. “I’m just

to leave. “But just as she reached the door, she paused again and came

to thank you,” she with a trembling voice. “For everything. While I was here at the pack, even though you didn’t

“It’s