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.

be here soon. She's taking care of a lot

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

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

Alphas exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, Alpha Calder of Stone Hill

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

asked

us," Alpha Renwick of Black River Pack interjected

small part of me flinched at

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

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

I crossed to the small kitchenette and poured myself whiskey, downing it in one burning swallow before refilling the glass. The alcohol did nothing

of guts," I said finally, turning back to face the Alphas. "Have

We had a duty to protect

One?" 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, I was not attached to

disgust. "This is not how things are supposed to work. Believe it or not, I do not care about the Lycan

Part of me recognized the

I asked, pointing my index

stand beside Renwick. Though he was younger than most of the Alphas

There's still time to make things right.

inside my head. They would subjugate

Dark One, we can continue our

to consider their words. I walked back to the kitchenette, lifted the whiskey decanter to my lips,