The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 212 212: Shattered trust and an arrest...

Lyla

As soon as the door closed behind Beta Jeremy and Nanny, Nathan came to me, his eyes were red and glassy with unshed tears and pain across his features. He looked completely broken and for the first time in forever, I didn't recognize him –, this shattered version of himself had replaced strong Nathan I'd known had replaced the strong Nathan I'd known.

He closed the space between us, grabbing my shoulders, as his fingers trembled against my skin. "Did I ever mean anything to you?" His voice cracked.

I froze completely as I stared at him, not knowing what to do or say.

"It's been only three days, Lyla. Three days since our wedding didn't happen. Do you have any idea what I've been doing to try to fix it? To keep us together? How I've had to put up with your sister's whining every fucking single night because I won't be with her? And you…" his voice faltered and his grip on my shoulders tightened. "You've already tumbled into his bed."

My breath caught in my throat. "Nath, it's not like that…"

"Don't you dare, Lyla," he cut me off with a laugh that sent chills down my spine. He released my shoulders and began pacing the room like a caged animal.

"Gosh! I'm so stupid!" He threw his head backwards laughing like a madman. "Nathan Tanner, you're so fucking stupid!" he growled, gritting his teeth before he turned to me again. "Do you know how much I didn't want to believe it? When I was told Ramsey spent the night in our pack? At the same hotel room, you were lodged, on the same floor, in your fucking room…"

A tear rolled down his eyes. He marched to the mini bar and picked up a decanter with a drink, smashing it on the wall opposite him. I flinched, taking a step backwards. I've never seen him angry.

He stalked back to me, his eyes were brimming with sorrow and rage at the same time. They saw him, Lyla. They fucking saw him leaving your hotel room. Now, I cannot trust you."

"Nathan, please," I tried to interject, but he wouldn't let me speak.

"Did you fuck him again?" he pointed his index finger at me. "Of course, you did. Why else would he leave your room the next morning? If you wanted to be with a man so much, I am here, Lyla. My body burns for you, craves your touch, wants you…"

"Nathan, I tried again. "If you can just listen to me for a second.

But he wouldn't. He didn't want to hear anything I was saying. "

that I cannot give you? Tell me, Lyla…

tired of being shut up. His eyes widened as he turned to me. "Yes!" I continued, giving him a pointed stare. "I never asked you to be loyal to me. Hell, I wasn't, except of course

we go again!" he threw his

truth. I didn't ask you not to perform your marital vows. Why are you trying to guilt trip me into

you!" he yelled. "They would have taken you away and locked you up. I did it because

ask you

expect me to sit back, do nothing and watch you

not your responsibility. You don't owe me anything. You keep doing things for me, knowing fully well that I'd never be able to pay back. I appreciate

he thundered, looming over my face. "I L-O-V-E you, Lyla. How else am I supposed to say this to be heard? I am not doing this because I am loyal. I want to protect you, to keep you safe…" his voice cracked again and a tear rolled down his

to be with you? What else do you want me to do? How can I convince you? Tell me, and

I cared about Nathan, but I wasn't crazy about him. If he was put side by side, with Ramsey, I

my sister, Nathan," I said softly. "I love Clarissa, we're not the

closer, his eyes flashing. "Clarissa doesn't care about you that much. You should

Nanny, my father – practically

what we're talking about, Lyla!" he growled. "Can

moved on. You should too. Come to terms

frustration. "I expect you to fight for

the entire charade was making me exhausted. "It's already

turn away, but before I could, Nathan grabbed my arm and spun me around, pinning me against the wall his body pressing against mine, as he tried to kiss me. I struggled against his grip, panic

harder, hitting his chest, and twisting like a snake. Finally, he let me go. I stumbled away

said in a calm tone. "You belong to me, Lyla. I'd rather die than

unsettling mixture of obsession and something darker. This wasn't the Nathan I knew – or perhaps it was and I'd been blind all along. Memories began to flood back, pieces of a

he always held grudges, how he

school when I was Eight and Nathan was Eleven, he had pushed a boy off a branch of a tree because the boy and his friends had mocked me.