The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

98 Fam glad my father died .

possibly be all of these sweet things but yet , he treated me worse than a stranger ? I wondered , my frustration mounting with each passing second .

Then , it was my turn .

I rose on shaky legs , my gaze sweeping across the sea of sombre faces .

I wasn’t shy about taking the stage .

Back in the human world , I’ve presented in front of larger crowds but humans were more merciful when it comes to dealing with people .

I’ve seen a speaker go mute because of a panic attack when he once climbed the stage but instead of mocking and calling him incompetent , the crowd cheered for him .

If it were in our world , in the presence of these judgemental gazes and scheming hearts , he would never stand a

chance .

I approached the stage , feeling a thousand pairs of eyes on me .

Clutching the speech I had prepared – carefully , crafted lies .

I forced myself to stand tall , my hands trembling slightly .

I’d written kind words for the occasion , but staring at them … with the words swimming before my eyes , each line feeling like me confessing that I was a fraud ….

This is a farce .

It’s not who he was not really .

I couldn’t bring myself to say these nice things about a man who had treated me as though I was

invisible .

My gaze s

this “ .

crowd and landed on Nathan

nodded to me mouthing “ You’ve

? And all I had to do was read it out but the resentment and bitterness I’ve harboured all these

waste people’s

my mouth ,

… My father … ” I began but the words were lodged in my chest , choked by an overwhelming wave of anger and grief : “ I’m glad he died … ” I heard myself say

as everyone stared at me wide – eyed

had let my intrusive thoughts

… ” I raised my hands placatingly

I meant ,” I stammered , trying

eyes and swiped at them , cursing at my weakness

… being so

to say is … my father , Alpha Logan Woodland is … was

and free

… ” I trailed off

sorry , I choked out tightening my grip on the paper

I just … I don’t know how to put into words what he meant to me …

but the tears were following

? ” I chuckled sadly “ I don’t think

for wasting

should go

the stage when my heel caught on the hem of my dress causing me to stumble forward

as if I

reached the ground , strong arms

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