The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 236 236: A bold declaration...

Lyla

Ramsey's arms tightened around me. The tension in the room ratcheted up several notches as the implications of Lenny's words sank in.

Nathan wasn't just threatening to break away anymore – he was already acting as an independent Alpha.

"Help Lyla get settled in the observer's gallery," Ramsey ordered, his voice taking on the authoritative tone of the Lycan Leader. "I'll join the council in five minutes."

As Lenny nodded and withdrew, Ramsey fiercely kissed my forehead. "Whatever happens in that meeting, remember this – we're together. Nathan, Xander, none of them can change that."

I clung to him for a moment longer, breathing in his familiar scent. My mind wandered to what Mother Liora had told me regarding Nathan, the first time I was brought before the White Moon Throne Council and introduced as the Moonsinger.

Everything was playing in that direction, scaring me the more. Finally, I had to let Ramsey go. I watched as he walked out of the room, and Lenny entered immediately. My mind flitted to the conversation from earlier.

I also knew that part of the reason why Ramsey wanted me to sit at the observer's gallery and attend the meeting was because he wanted me to see Nathan for who he was, and I knew that. Also, as 'I told you, he wouldn't be burdened by my cries when things spiral out of control.

Lenny led me to the observer's gallery and settled me in before leaving. From the gallery, I had a picture-perfect view of the meeting hall. I watched as the elders took their seats, discussing among themselves. Most of them looked unfamiliar and younger than the previous council members.

Until today, Ramsey had remained mute on what he did to the other elders, including his grandfather. He just told me that he gave them permission to do as they please and gave no other information.

After a short while, Ramsey and Lenny walked in. The elders all rose to their feet to acknowledge their presence. Then they sat down, and the large screen in the hall got turned on. Immediately, Nathan's face came to the screen. There was a smug smile on his face.

"I waited as long as you delayed because, after today, you would never put me in a position where I have to wait for more than thirty minutes before you come to the fucking phone. You Lycans think you're so important because…"

running a pack. We don't have time to dwell on

taking on a serious expression. This meeting was supposed to be held here in the pack, not over a digital screen, but I knew that Nathan had no intention of travelling to the White Mountains like a man seeking permission. No, he was making a

back in

White Moon Throne that the Werewolf packs that were once under your rule are no longer under your rule. As of today, we've

do you understand the implications of what you're

long

sit there and claim oppression when

shifted to Ramsey. "Equal standing?" he repeated. "Tell me, oh mighty Lycan Leader, when was the last time you made a decision that actually benefited werewolves? When has the White Moon Throne done anything to curb the growing problem of

his words sink in. Then he leaned forward, "While you sit on your throne like a figurehead, I was the one who liaised with manufacturers to develop weapons effective against Ferals. The werewolves deserve leaders who take action and who protect their interests.

to say anything. They all continued regarding Nathan as if he were a child throwing tantrums. When they confirmed that he was done speaking, one

accused of the following crimes against the White Moon Throne: conspiracy against the White Moon Throne, illegal weapons trafficking with unregistered

arched a brow, unimpressed. "That's quite the

coronation, additional charges will include high treason, sedition, violation of the

laughed again, leaning back in his chair with a slow shake of his head. "That's a little sad, don't you think? Do you honestly believe these charges will scare me?" he crossed his arms, his smirk widening. "Let's be honest here. You don't want a war with me, Ramsey Kincaid. You don't have the balls to start one. You don't want to push this to the brink. Because if you do, you'll quickly realise that the werewolves – my people –

declaring yourself a leader makes you one, then

flashed with amusement. "You're worried, aren't you?" he chuckled. "For the first time, someone

have called us just to make a

Ramsey, anyways…" he leaned forward slightly. "I have a proposal that might interest you. One that could prevent my coronation tomorrow. If you agree, then I'll do

hear it," he said flatly. "We don't negotiate with traitors. You're even in no

I think you already know where this is going, don't you? Remember I mentioned it back at the pack when you came to

tightened, but he didn't

"The Moonsinger is a werewolf by birth. Return her to her people, and I'll cancel the coronation. All closed trade routes will be reopened; all seized items will be restored. I promise

the handle of the chair I sat on until my knuckles turned white. I remembered what Lenny had told me about Ramsey