The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

263: A deal in the dark...

Nathan

It was almost evening when I finally pushed back from my desk. The office was dimly lit – because I had asked the maids to bring down the curtains. I didn't want distractions while working - only the golden glow of the lamp illuminating the stacks of documents I had been drowning in for the past few hours.

The day had dragged on endlessly—meetings, phone calls, and mountains of paperwork regarding the acquisition of Shadow Moon Pack -Luna Vanessa's brother; Late Alpha Regan's pack - had taken more time than I expected, and alongside it, other urgent matters demanded my attention.

They were all important, all necessary, but my mind remained fixated on one thing: Lyla.

Earlier today, I had been in the middle of a meeting with investors, when I'd felt it – that unmistakable pull. The voice in my head which had been silent for a while suddenly came alive. These days, I barely heard from my wolf, Ragnar. The voice had whispered urgently.

Go. Drive to the Northern Forest. Now.

At first, I ignored it. I was in the middle of important negotiations. But the voice had persisted, demanding I leave immediately.

And so, when I finally got the chance, I listened.

True to my instincts, the moment I pulled up at the Northern Forest, I saw her—Lyla.

She emerged from the trees. Despite how rough she looked and how her clothes looked like she had escaped a rogue's rampage, there was this glow about her that I couldn't quite place.

I had a lot of questions. First, what was she doing alone at the Northern Forests? Was this a ploy by Ramsey to trap me? Or was this the Moon Goddess delivering her straight to me?

But most important now was, I could finally have my coronation. For a few days now, I've delayed my coronation. First, on the day of the supposed coronation, I came down with a strange illness that made the entire pack staff sleep until it was almost evening. Second, the items that needed to be used for the coronation had all been destroyed.

We wanted to rush it after waking up but everything had been destroyed, from the coronation ground to the materials that would be used for it. To make matters worse, no one had an idea who could be responsible.

Also, the Alphas were beginning to grow cold feet. Assuming we didn't take the blood oath, I'm sure a few of them would have pulled out by now but thankfully, I'd convinced the Alpha council that we needed to be more concerned about our security and make sure the Moonsinger was back to Blue Ridge, our security protocols were impenetrable and every one fine before we move on with anything.

But they all seem to think, Ramsey would show up at their doors one morning with blazing guns. Despite the number of times, I've proven to them that Ramsey was a coward.

But now that Lyla was here?

There was no reason to wait anymore.

She was the Moonsinger, the missing piece to solidify my rule.

Tomorrow, everything will change.

As I made my way down the corridor leading to my bedroom, I noticed a figure dash out of my bedroom.

Clarissa.

suspicion ignited in my veins. What was

"Clarissa—"

could question her,

have arrived," he informed me breathlessly. "They're requesting your presence

the direction Clarissa had fled, my mind racing with possibilities.

her or at least check the room to find out Lyla was fine but I decided against it. For one, I was

and followed my assistant to the

tension in the room was

of the strongest packs stood before me, their expressions

me, the oldest and most respected among them. "We have

situation?" I asked,

up an envelope bearing the seal of the White Mountain Region.

forty-eight hours to renounce our

"The White Mountain Council has issued sanctions against each of our packs.

into my jacket pocket to produce an identical envelope, already unsealed. I waved it casually before

A piece of paper? Really?" I laughed, "It took Ramsey all this while to

exchanged uneasy looks, and I could smell

sit," I said, gesturing toward the long table. "I have news that might

their seats as I

expressions shift from worry to surprise. "At my Blue Ridge, as we

Calder

mate," I corrected, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice. "She's chosen to align herself with us. Tomorrow, the coronation will proceed as planned, with her by my

That got their attention.

He doesn't have the resources or the support to challenge us directly. If he wanted to strike, he would have done it already. He's trying to scare us into submission. And the White Mountain Council?" I scoffed. "They don't have the backbone to back their threats. They're waiting to see who wins. And I

They still looked doubtful.

So I assured them.

to each

put in place, detailing exactly

by one, I dismantled their fears until confidence replaced their hesitation. By the

I ordered champagne, and lots of meat, and also

wore on, glasses clinked, our laughter grew louder and we drowned our worries with

night had stretched toward midnight, they were merry, drinking and celebrating as though the war had already

And I?

I was drunk.

my quarters. The whiskey had dulled my senses, but somewhere in the back

hell was