The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 280

Chapter 280 280: Hard decisions II

Lyla

His lips curved into a slow, wicked smile.

"Interesting," he murmured, taking a step toward me.

I had just made a dangerous mistake. I had just revealed my hand.

The blood oath meant I couldn't attack him – I was supposed to be submissive, bound to his will like a fool. If I were indeed under the oath's power, I couldn't have pushed him away or defied him at all.

I looked at Nathan and saw he knew I'd been faking my submission all along.

"So, you've been playing games, Lyla," he said, straightening his shirt where I'd gripped it. "I suspected as much, but thank you for confirming it so… dramatically."

"I don't know what you're talking about, and I'm sorry if I pushed you. You know how it is with my powers. I haven't learnt mastery of it and…"

He threw a pocket knife to me, and instantly, I caught it. In my defense, it was coming directly to my face. What was I supposed to do?

Nathan nodded, satisfied. "And you're fast, too. See how you caught the knife in milliseconds. Have you been training, Lyla? But you deceived me into thinking you were still a rookie."

"You assumed, Nathan," I said quietly. "It's not my fault you thought I was still weak."

He nodded. "So, did your mate teach you?"

"Mostly him and many other nice people," I retorted. "But how did you know?" I asked, my mind racing to formulate an escape plan. I needed to know exactly how much he knew, how long he'd been onto me.

"The blood oath never took effect," he replied. "I felt nothing when we performed the ritual, even though you put up a show."

done, pretended to have lost my memory of everything, and clung to Nathan. It was when he wondered if that was how I was supposed to behave, primarily since the other Alphas do not act that way with him… I had slowly pretended to get back my

it now, I made

connection, a

did you let me believe I was bound to

go with the charade. How much information you'd gather while thinking you had the upper hand." he gestured around the room. "And look where it's led

of paper that had seen better days and tossed it to me. It landed directly

better part of the letter telling you to avoid me and that I was the Dark One and a lot of accusations,

crumpled paper at my feet. I wanted to bend and pick it up, but I couldn't take my eyes off the man staring at me. My mind was still working its way

at the door; it was locked. My eyes began to scan my room, looking for something I could use to fight him,

from the bowl there and bit into it. "You're such a good actress. You endured three days of torture to convince me that you would not take

sure no one had followed

had stayed until the fourth day, I swear, I would have thought you really wanted to do your

what you're talking about, Nathan, and I don't care either. Just let me go," I started walking towards the door,

and tried to touch the handle, it disappeared completely. What was left was just a wall. I turned to him. I wanted to scream out my panic, but I

to do that. Werewolves were not magicians. The few of us that could do certain

my heart was

not Nathan…" I accused, pointing a finger

few seconds and then smiled. "Well…I can't deny that either, you

scoffed in

not been easy keeping up with this charade for years. I even convinced his wolf that I was the

stared at him, trying to understand

can't believe you didn't know, or maybe

too angry to be afraid at this point. "You came to me in the human world in your original form, Xander. Both you and Mr Dupree. Nathan was in

believe me. I only took advantage of the fact that you may have seen me before

head. "You're

identity crisis and just concentrate on more important things? I've missed you, baby. Come sit with me for a while," he tapped at the space on

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