The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 292 292: Kill us first...

Nathan

I paced furiously around the war room, trying to suppress the rage building within me every second, threatening to blow at any moment. Five Alphas—the Core Alphas of the South—stood before me in a straight line. Each of them wore a mask of indifference, or should I say doubt.

I could smell their fear – and worse, their doubt.

I couldn't believe that the men I had sent after Lyla let her slip through their fingers, only to discover that, according to the spies, she was at the Moon Temple and had healed properly.

"Incompetence!" I slammed my fist on the large table in the room, scattering maps and markers. "I'm surrounded by absolute incompetence!"

Behind me, a guard knelt, trembling. He was pathetic. His fear-scent fouled the air, making my nostrils flare in disgust.

"I watched from afar," he stammered, eyes fixed on the floor. "She sang strangely, and the Ferals stopped attacking the women."

"Of course they would," I snapped, whirling to face him. "She's a Moonsinger. That's what she does best." Something inside me twisted painfully at the mention of Lyla. That voice was now my constant companion. It was urging more violence, more chaos. "I never wanted her to get healed, at least not until that fool Ramsey was pressured into marrying Cassidy. Now I'm back to square one because I have incompetent fools around me!"

I sighed. "Here, if I don't get things done myself, no one will. Where is Luna Vanessa?" I shouted, looking at the door. I'd been looking for her for over an hour, but she had yet to answer my call.

I need Clarissa.

I've been searching for her for a few days now, but each time I try to contact her, her maid and her mother tell me she's not well and is recovering quietly inside her room.

Clarissa was the only one who could meet me halfway and understand every bit of my intentions. If I didn't make a move within today and tomorrow, Ramsey would regroup and launch an attack on us.

I know this because he has yet to retaliate to any of the fights we've sent to him.

guard ran into the room, bowing in reverence. "She'll be here soon. She's taking

the guard and the one kneeling before turning my attention to the assembled

order?" I hissed, pacing before them like a caged animal. "Didn't I ask you to attack Golden

Calder of Stone Hill Pack stepped forward. Amongst the Alphas, he

"It is unheard of, Alpha Nathan." His spine remained straight. "Perhaps

asked us..."

Pack interjected with an angry tone. He was Logan's

part of me flinched at his words. Had I really forced

simply wanted to take power back from White Mountain, to cut us off from Lycans," Calder continued. "Why then are

forward. "They do not participate in wars, neither do they form alliances. And so

downing it in one burning swallow before refilling the glass. The alcohol did

said finally, turning back to face

had no choice. We had a duty to protect Lyla Woodland from the Courts of the West. Now you have gone

I echoed, genuine surprise momentarily overtaking the rage. Was that what they called Xander? The entity that everyone, even Lyla, had accused of attaching itself to me. In reality,

is a common enemy, but you're using his army—the Ferals—to fight now?" He shook his head in disgust. "This is not how things are supposed to work. Believe it or not, I do not care about the Lycan Leader; we are not humans. Those ones start heedless wars and kill women and children. We fight wars, but we do not destroy legacy—and you've managed to do so

towering over him easily. Inside, I was at war with myself. Part of me recognized the

I asked, pointing my index finger

was younger than most of the Alphas in the room and a few years older than me, his

There's still time to

head. They

fight wars now when the Dark One is lurking," Triston continued. "Perhaps after we take out the Dark One, we can continue our feud with the Lycan Leader. For now, we must be a united front to save our

lips, and