The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 274 274: I am getting married...

Ramsey

My footsteps echoed through the halls of the pack house when I arrived.

My mind was still a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. The scent of death still clung to my clothes – the aftermath of the Feral attack on my pack. So far, fifteen dead, including three children and more than a hundred injured.

The number of dead seemed small, but to me, it was a record of my failure. My father, when he was alive, and even my grandfather, who had served as a regent before I became old enough to take over, had never recorded the number of disasters and deaths I have had so far.

It was as if the universe was against me and was putting it out there as a reminder that it really doesn't care about me. The images of the dead people still haunted me, fueling the rage that simmered just beneath my skin.

But it wasn't the anger that drove me now. It was doubt.

The atmosphere was quiet – as always, the Feral attack would make the streets empty. Even the maids and Omegas on duty were not clustered in groups like they used to laughing and gossiping as usual.

How long would this be my new reality? How long would this fear dwell with us? Taking a deep breath, I veered off the path that led to the building where my office was. So, instead of heading there as I would normally, I started for the main building where I lived.

I took the stairs two at a time, making my way to the South wing where my bedroom was and also where I had put Lyla the other time. When I arrived at my bedroom, I hesitated at the door. My fingers curled into a fist before releasing. I reached for the doorknob and paused.

Since I found out that Lyla went missing or left the pack herself, I haven't slept in my room. The silence was too oppressive and it always felt like I was going crazy.

What was I doing here? What was I hoping to find that I didn't already know? Evidence that Xander had lied? Proof that Lyla hadn't betrayed me for Nathan? Proof that Lenny might be responsible for the death of my Gamma and may have even joined forces with Lyla to leave?

Maybe a part of me still clung to the faint hope that Lyla would be there, waiting to tell me it was all a mistake. That Nathan hadn't taken her. That she hadn't sworn the Blood Oath.

Taking in a deep breath, I turned the door handle and pushed open the door stepping inside.

to let in light. Her scent still lingered mixed with the roses growing in a planter by the window. It was fainter

entered the room fully and closed the door quietly behind me. For a long moment, I just stood in the centre of the room, staring at the bed, the dresser, and

much as I didn't want to admit

gone. She had made her choice.

here, Ramsey?" I murmured to myself. "What

never forgave me after everything. I know

she fell asleep that day after I brought her out of the situation room after her fake quarrel with Lenny. The fierceness in her eyes when she had made me believe I was hurting her. The softness of her lips when we finally settled and kissed and

a lie? Had she always intended to return to Nathan? Was Lenny in support of this too? I didn't know what to

turned to leave. I'd find

sun through the window. Like

glinting innocently, was a ring. Lyla's engagement ring precisely. The diamond caught the sunlight that was shining directly into the room now sending prismatic reflections dancing across

me slowly. Reaching for the ring, I picked it up, turning it between my

device in the ring that allowed me to monitor Lyla's location. While in the meeting, I had believed that Lyla was still here, safely within the pack, because the tracker

I was talking with Nathan some hours ago. She had said she would return it. If she had truly taken the blood oath with Nathan, wouldn't she have forgotten

I thought about it, the less sense it made. Was Lyla trying to pass

to believe that she hadn't truly given herself over to Nathan, that there was a chance to save her. But I didn't know if

into my breast pocket and left the room. My mind was still racing with possibilities, but one

call to understand what

Seth. He had a tense expression on his face. My mind

he dead?"

expressionless face contorted into

"What do you want? What is it

see you and she's