The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 205 205: Confrontations and confessions...

Nathan

I stood motionless, listening to the soft shuffle of her footsteps approach from behind me. I didn't turn. I hated that she was out here.

Then I felt her fingers brush my shoulders. Her touch was as light as a feather. I turned slowly, my face was a mask of indifference that made her recoil and take a step back.

"I…I didn't see you in bed," she stammered, her fingers twisting nervously in front of her see-through nightgown. "I was worried. Are you… are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" I said coldly and turned back to staring into nothing.

She stood there for a minute before I heard her sigh. "Nath, I know a lot has happened but we cannot dwell in the past anymore. Yesterday, I had no idea that I was going to end the day as your mate. Not even in the slightest."

"And you so conveniently had a wedding dress and a ceremonial gown that is your size and your style hanging around?" I scoffed.

Then I turned to face her, moving towards her like a predator stalking its prey, forcing her to retreat until her back was pressed against the cold metal railing of the balcony. I towered above her easily, pinning her in place with my gaze.

"Let me make something perfectly clear," I continued coldly. "I will never love you, Clarissa. This marriage? I know it was orchestrated by you and your mom but guess what, it is nothing but a strategic move to protect Lyla. You're nothing more than a negotiation tool. If I were you, I would never entertain the idea of a perfect marriage with me."

Her chest heaved as she let out a bitter laugh. Tears simmered in her eyes. "You're a coward, Nathan. The purest form of cowardice I've ever seen," her voice was growing stronger with each word. "After everything I've done to help you, this is how you want to treat me? How much longer will you deny our bond?"

My expression did not waver. But I took a step back, leaning away from her. "I never forced you to prove anything to me, Clarissa and the bond is false. You're not my fated mate. You chose to do everything you did because you thought it would mean something to me. It doesn't."

I paused and leaned against her, "For some reason, you've convinced yourself that your actions would change things between us. They don't. Whatever castles you're building in your head, keep building them. But don't expect me to step inside."

Then I straightened and turned to leave.

Clarissa's hands shot out, grabbing my arm. "Even if you hate me,

my arm and

wedding night," she continued, "By morning, if the maids don't see blood on the sheets, I'll be the talk of the entire pack. They'll whisper, they'll mock me and

at her for a moment before I

care of

past her into the bedroom. She followed after me only to stop short when she saw me pouring red

the wine set for us yesterday to put

liquid onto the white sheets

frozen in the balcony doorway. "Even if I were drugged or out of my mind. I would never sleep with you. Not by mistake. Not

put a lot of space between me and her now. With my hand on the handle, I threw over my shoulders.

I opened the door, Clarissa's voice rang out, stopping me

out that door, Nathan," she said, a tear rolled down her cheek. "I will expose you. Everything

turned to face her again. I had a bored expression on my face. "Expose

"Yes," she said. "I know everything you've done, Nathan. Do you think you're untouchable? That no one can

I said in a chilling whisper. "But know this – if you try to cross

for a moment but she quickly masked it with a glare. "You think you can

simply before turning and walking towards the door, hoping

her back against it. Her eyes blazed with desperation as she

with your antics? It's

won't just expose you for anything," she said. "I will expose you for all the

low, chilling sound that

murders will you start with, Clarissa? Hmmm? Alpha

after his father the same time I was appointed but they had it coming, you know. At that Gala night, you weren't there, Clarissa… I was. You had to see the way those fools mocked and touched Lyla," my face contorted with rage at the memory. "Even now, thinking about how they dared to lay their hands on her still makes my blood boil. They deserved what they got –