The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 278

Chapter 278 278: The secret of the private study...

Lyla

I wasted so much time with Luna Vanessa that by the time I went to where Nathan was supposed to meet with the shooters, I was told he had returned to the Beta house.

Immediately, I hurried to him. But when I entered Nathan's home office, where an Omega had informed me he was, a chill ran down my spine. Clarissa was there, lounging comfortably on the edge of his desk.

Her legs crossed delicately, her manicured fingers drumming against the wood. Her smile was smug—too smug—and the glimmer in her eyes was unmistakable. It felt like I had walked into a scene I wasn't' meant to see.

Or maybe they were saying something about me, and my presence stopped the conversation.

Nathan barely glanced up when I stepped inside. His attention was glued to his phone, fingers tapping across the screen steadily. He looked up briefly, then back down.

Instantly, I felt uncomfortable.

""Where have you been?"" he asked casually. ""You're' more than thirty minutes late.""

I couldn't help but look at Clarissa again, tilting her head. The smirk on her face deepened. My insides twisted with uncertainty as I noticed her self–satisfied smile, which seemed to hide something—a secret, perhaps, or a victory I wasn't yet aware of.

I felt that she knew I had spoken with her mother, so I decided to tell the truth. Keeping my expression neutral, I faced Nathan.

"I stopped by to chat with Luna Vanessa," I replied quietly, meeting his gaze as a small smile played on my lips.

He paused, lowering the phone for just a fraction of a second. Not before I noticed his eyes darting between me and Clarissa.

""What about?""

My eyes shifted to Clarissa again. She was watching me intently, like a cat playing with its prey. It was maddening. I turned back to Nathan, keeping my voice steady.

"She wanted me to talk to you about the war with Ramsey," I began. "She wanted me to beg you not to go ahead with it. To try to convince you that we could seek other solutions and hope you will reconsider. She's worried. She thinks it's' too risky."

room felt suffocating. I considered stopping there, but something in me—some need to stake a claim, to prove I wasn't afraid—pushed

up the letter my father

meeting and holding my gaze for the first time I stepped inside his office. Clarissa's smirk faltered just a bit. The satisfaction in her eyes faded, replaced by something else—irritation,

Nathan's tone was

not to stutter. "The letter he left me before he died. She

turned to Clarissa, whose expression had shifted to one of casual disinterest—too casual. I could see the effort behind it. He set the phone down slowly, deliberately, and glanced

"Leave," he said firmly.

to me, like she dared me to celebrate the

I am your mate, Nathan. If there's anyone

said softly. "We'll continue our conversation later. Just

"I don't think—"

voice had gone

glare, making sure she bumped into me, but I couldn't care

desk, his gaze settling on me with

were going to lie to me," he

"There's no need to do that. I'm already

felt bitter, a reminder

make out—but it was gone too quickly. Deciding to push

got the letter, I never had the chance to open it. On our supposed wedding day, when I packed and stayed at that hotel, I took the letter with me and intended to open it. I left it on the dresser as a reminder, but after everything, I forgot to take it

change, but his eyes flickered with

it to me after you left," he responded smoothly. Yes,

relief. "Do

seemed like an envelope. Without a word, he tossed it toward me. I caught it, my fingers curling

that day. Since you never bothered to ask about it, I just assumed you didn't

the letter, the questions I had buried, the uncertainties, all

private study is?"

gaze hardened just a fraction, and he folded his arms across his chest as if

replied,

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