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.

reverence. "She'll be here soon. She's taking

the guard and the one

like a caged animal. "Didn't I ask you to attack Golden Gates Pack? Why does the pack

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

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 board and reevaluate your needs and your true

asked us..." Calder

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

flinched at his

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

not participate in wars, neither do they form alliances. And so it has always been." His voice dropped, heavy with finality. "I'm sorry, but

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

must really have a lot of guts," I said finally, turning back to face

us," Alpha Renwick repeated, stepping out of line. His eyes burned with a defiance that made something primal in me want to tear out his throat. "And that's because we had no choice. We had a duty to protect Lyla Woodland from the Courts of the West. Now you have gone totally insane, fighting wars with no cause." His voice rose. "And how on earth are you on the

the rage. Was that what they called Xander? The entity that everyone, even Lyla, had accused

say 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 wars, but we do not destroy legacy—and you've managed

easily. Inside, I was at war with myself. Part of me recognized the truth in his words. Hadn't I once sworn to protect the packs, to uphold our

me?" I asked, pointing

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

have to stop this madness. There's still time to make things right. We will apologize to the

screamed inside my head. They would subjugate us! Make

cannot afford to fight wars now when the Dark One is lurking," Triston continued. "Perhaps after we take out the Dark One, we

decanter to my lips,