The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

97 Funeral day …

Lyla

My father would be laid to rest today .

It’s been a hectic week so far , from working hand in hand with Beta Jeremy , to inspecting the work done by every sub – department we had to put together for the funeral and then making sure that all the guests have safe passage to Blue Ridge .

This would be the second funeral I would be attending the first was Nathan’s mother , the second my father .

The funeral hall was filled with heavy silence as our guests trooped in , each one of them stopping to murmur quiet condolences to us where we were standing at the entrance of the hall , my mother and sister flanking me at both sides .

I was dressed in black , barely taking note of the words each person was saying , I was too nervous to concentrate .

Today wasn’t just about grieving my father ; it was about facing the ghosts of my past the one person I hadn’t seen in four years .

Ramsey.

I was dreading seeing him here … He arrived at midnight and was staying in the guest room prepared for him in the pack house .

I had tried to push the thought of him from my mind and to focus solely on honoring the memory of my father but the anticipation was killing me .

As the guests kept coming , my eyes scanned each face , my chest tightening as the minutes dragged on , just when I was going to convince myself that he might come later on , my breath caught in my throat when I spotted a familiar figure .

–

Even in the throng , he still stood out tall , towering with broad shoulders that made him seem bigger than his original height .

His short dark hair was cut in wavy length , stopping just at the nape of his neck – he used to wear it longer .

The years didn’t diminish his beauty – he was still as handsome as ever with a face that would disarm even the coldest of hearts and amber

eyes that met mine now .

Our gazes locked and for a heartbeat , I felt that familiar tug , like the one I’d felt four years ago , when I had seen him in that gala hall … even now , all I wanted was to go to him , to wrap myself in his arms and to let him fuck me until my legs turn to rubber .

I squeezed my thighs together , swallowing as I pushed the immoral thought from my mind .

I owed

my father that much .

As he moved through the crowd towards me , I could barely breathe , my body was frozen as I watched him come .

I didn’t even notice my sister , Clarssia shifting beside me or the guest politely waiting for my

attention .

“ Lyla , Clarissa hissed , nudging me back to the present .

I blinked , pulling my gaze away from Ramsey , realizing now that he was standing a few feet in front of me .

That was when I noticed the dark – haired woman perched possessively on his arms , flashing diamond ring that looked expensive on the third finger of her left hand .

Of course , it was Cassidy and no one else .

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97 Funeral day ….

, disdainful look as she

, I bowed politely to

Ramsey ,” I said quietly , keeping my voice

expression softened as he gave me a small

I’m sorry for your loss ,

, not trusting myself to speak

to my mother , taking her

said softly ,

sorry

incredible man and he’ll be greatly missed

; her

you ,

to have you here … and your

right now , knowing that Logan played a role in keeping him

”

the first I had seen

she was comforted by his presence as if acknowledging

be indebted to your family and the memory of

doing

his eyes flicked to her engorged

fine ,

worry …

to Clarissa , murmuring comforting words to her as well while my gaze wandered back to Cassidy who was now studying me with open

a mocking smile as she stepped closer to

see you haven’t changed much

same tacky sense of dressing , always looking out of place ,”

arched my brow , refusing to mind her

as she leaned in , sniffing the air

I don’t smell your pheromones either , have you gotten a wolf yet ? Is that it ? Or does it mean you’re still just a pathetic

the tip of

today , I told

is all about

turned away from her , moving on to greet the next guest , trying to

of touches against my palm , something sliding into

a small slip of

Ramsey’s eyes for the briefest of seconds

the folded note , my mind spinning with a

, I slipped the note into the pocket of my

glad my father died …

glad my

Lyla .

last of the guests , I

deep breath as I entered , scanning

dismay , I noticed that my assigned spot

rows of chairs , looking for an open one but the only one

I walked over

and dignified , his amber