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

197 A second reunion…

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.

the wind. “Why did it have to

had learned. It felt like i my entire world was crumbling around me, and I didn’t

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

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

at Blue Ridge. I was sprawled across the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as my mind replayed the events of the day. I couldn’t even cry anymore. The tears had dried up

I’d been preparing for my wedding, dreaming of a 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

thoughts. Maybe a run would help. Usually, I am supposed to shift and let

since the chaos at the Harvest Moon, our bond had gone silent and I wasn’t sure if I wanted

reach out, afraid of what I might or might

it for my running clothes. Finally, I located it. As I wanted to pull out a pair of leggings, an envelope fluttered

letter from my father – the one Ramsey had handed me during our meeting 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 it.

if there was something that could give me clarity in this chaos? But as my fingers

had happened today, did I really want to

to the mix?

envelope on the small table by the window, shoving it aside for later. I quickly changed into a pair of joggers and a loose sweatshirt, grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses to

was cool against my skin as I jogged through the pack’s park. It was surprisingly quiet with a few people jogging or walking around too. I

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 nothing to

out, wrapped only in a towel. I felt a bit refreshed,

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just finished drying off and was reaching for my comb and the hair dryer

the towel as I rushed to the door. My stomach was already grumbling with the

hair.

open. “Just leave it outside the…” The words died

doorframe, my knuckles turning white. I tried to remember what the clock had said when I came out of the bathroom. I couldn’t remember

us said anything. The silence was as thick as tension and he looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. His usual blank expression was replaced with vulnerability