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.

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

flicked my hand to dismiss the guard and the one kneeling before turning my attention to the assembled

pacing before them like a caged animal. "Didn't I ask you to

Stone Hill

history of our fathers, or their fathers before them, has a pack with a Moon temple been invaded," he said quietly but firmly. "It is unheard of, Alpha Nathan." His spine remained straight. "Perhaps it's time you go back to the drawing

you asked

Alpha Renwick of Black River Pack interjected with an

me flinched at his words.

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

forward. "They do not participate in

small kitchenette and poured myself whiskey, downing it in one burning swallow before refilling the glass. The alcohol did nothing to quiet the voice, to ease the headache that had become my

guts," I said finally, turning back to face

to tear out his throat. "And that's because we had no choice. We had a duty to protect Lyla Woodland from the

entity that everyone, even Lyla, had accused of attaching itself to me. In reality, I was not attached to anything. This

it, but I won't keep quiet. The Dark One 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

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

I asked, pointing my index finger

most of the Alphas in the

stated clearly. "You have to stop this madness. There's still time to make things right. We will apologize to the White Moon

inside my head.

take out the Dark One, we can continue our feud with the Lycan Leader. For now,

nodded slowly, pretending to consider their words. I walked back to the kitchenette, lifted the whiskey decanter to my lips, and drank deeply. For a brief, blessed moment, the burn of alcohol drowned out the nagging voice in my