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

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Lyla

She trailed off sniffing back tears. “That was why I was willing to let you call another woman, mother. Because I am nothing, Lyla. I had nothing to me. No parents, no inheritance, I wasn’t affiliated to any pack and oh, your father…” she broke down in tears. “He loved you, Lyla. Everything he did, all the times be mistreated you he did it because he had to appease his mate, but your dad, never hated you!”

“No!” I shook my head as tears filled my eyes again. “Don’t try to defend him because you loved him. I don’t want to hear. I don’t want to hear anything again.

I turned and started walking away.

“Lyla!” she ran after me. “Please you cannot leave like this.”

I turned to face her, my heart breaking over and over. “I never want to see you again, Nanny. Do you hear away from me.”

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Her hands clasped tightly around mine. “Lyla, please. Don’t do this. Don’t shut me out.”

But I had already turned away and continued towards the temple gates, my heart was heavy anger and filled with pain.

with

As I left the courtyard, I heard her crying and it broke my heart. But I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.

After I left the Moon Temple, I turned off my phone, refusing to take calls from Nanny or Nathan. I wanted to be alone. I wandered through Golden Gates Pack, trying to distract my thoughts.

I was still trying to figure out how to leave, perhaps, when I am calm, I could ask Nanny to help me secure passage from here back to the human world. And this time it would be final. I had nothing left here.

I found myself at a quiet café overlooking a mountain and took a space on the tables outside. The wing was tugging at my hair and clothes. The sun was setting, and everything was the same except me.

For the first time since confronting Nanny, I allowed myself to breathe. I sank into the chair and stared out at the horizon.

The tears came again, but this time, they were quiet. I didn’t sob or scream, and I didn’t bother about the strange looks of people passing. I just let them fall.

“Why did it have to be like this?”

about Nathan, about Nanny, about everything I had lost and everything I had learned. It felt like i my entire world was crumbling around me, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

dip below the towering mountains, as dusk began to set. I made a silent vow to myself.

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move forward. I didn’t know how or where, but I would. Because no matter how broke I felt now, I refused to let

mind replayed the events of the

future that now felt like I had. dreamt it. I thought I had finally found a place where I could set my roots. Now everything was in ruins. My engagement is broken – Nathan should be preparing for his wedding night with Clarissa now. My identity was in shreds

a run would help.

I not felt Nymeris since the chaos at the Harvest Moon, our bond had gone silent and I

dared to reach out, afraid of what

clothes. Finally, I located it. As I wanted to pull out a pair of leggings,

after his death. I stared at it for a few more seconds, before picking it up, turning it over and over in my hand. For a moment, I considered opening

and my dad weren’t close, so I couldn’t imagine what he would want to say to me in a letter. What if there was something that could give me clarity in this chaos? But as my

did I really want to add

to the mix?

for later. I quickly changed into a pair of joggers and a loose sweatshirt, grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses to hide my identity the last thing I needed was to be recognized by pack members who’d attended what should have been my wedding – and headed out into

pack’s park. It was surprisingly quiet with a few people jogging or walking around too. I maintained a steady pace, careful not to maintain eye contact with

emotions in one place. When I returned to the hotel room, my legs were sore but my head was clearer. I ordered room service since I’d had

wrapped only in

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my chest was still there. I’d just finished drying off and was reaching for my comb and the hair dryer when the doorbell rang.

hotel robes, discarding the towel as I rushed to the door. My stomach was already grumbling with the anticipation of the

hair.

the…” The words died in my throat as I saw

was the last person I’d expected or wanted to see. My grip tightened on the doorframe, my knuckles turning white. I tried to remember what the clock had said when I came out of the

was as thick as tension and he looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. His usual blank expression was