The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 310

Chapter 310 310: Homecoming...

310 Homecoming...

Lyla POV

I paced back and forth across the lounge area of the pack house, my frustration growing with each step. Across the room, Caius lounged in an armchair, watching me with that infuriating smile on his face.

"You can wear a hole in the floor, but it won't change anything," he said, his tone light and unbothered.

"You lied to me," I snapped, spinning to face him. "You were supposed to take me to White Lake."

Caius shrugged. "I was supposed to keep you safe. Those were Ramsey's orders."

"So this whole time, you were never planning to help me reach White Lake?"

"Not even for a second," he admitted without a trace of remorse. "The moment we were out of sight, my job was to bring you straight back here."

I resumed pacing, my hands clenched at my sides. For the past twenty-four hours, I'd been effectively under house arrest. Caius refused to let me leave the pack house, and the former Ferals, whom I thought were my allies, turned out to be my jailers.

Nanny entered the reception area, her face bright with excitement. "They're coming! The scouts have just reported that Ramsey's convoy is crossing our borders. They've won!"

My anger temporarily subsided, replaced by a sense of relief. "Everyone's okay?"

"There were casualties," Nanny said, her expression sobering. "But they defeated Nathan's forces. He escaped with only a handful of followers."

That news should have thrilled me, but I couldn't fully celebrate. Not when I'd been tricked and confined while others fought and died.

"How long until they arrive?" I asked.

"Any minute now," Nanny replied, moving to organise the healers waiting to tend the wounded.

Caius rose from his chair, stretching lazily. "See? Everything worked out. Ramsey handled Nathan without you needing to risk your life seeking the help of the warriors from White Lake Pack."

I shot him a withering glare. "This isn't over. You don't know the full prophecy, Caius. We still have to face Xander and his goons. This is nothing compared to the Great War, and Nathan is still out there."

"One battle at a time, Moonsinger," he replied, unfazed by my anger.

the window, watching as a convoy of vehicles

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anxiously until I spotted him—Ramsey, climbing out of the lead vehicle. He looked exhausted, with a bandage across his wrist and dried blood on his clothes, but

and berate him for his deception. But with dozens of eyes watching,

found mine immediately. Something passed between us—relief, love, and a complexity of emotions that would

Caius and Nanny was the only acknowledgement he

But before I could speak a single word, Ramsey pulled me against him, his lips finding

anger melted away as his arms encircled me. I could feel him trembling slightly—from exhaustion, relief, or both. His hands moved to frame my face,

the accusation lacked the heat

cheeks. "I couldn't fight Nathan while worrying about you walking into a trap at

might not see you again," he

that needs protection," I argued, even as I leaned into his touch. "I'm a

I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from harm, even if it makes you hate

his chest. "I could never hate

"Next time, I will.

couldn't fight Nathan while worrying about you walking into

some fragile thing that needs protection," I argued, even as I leaned

way he held me, something almost fearful that I couldn't quite understand. Something had happened during the

asked, pulling back to study his

kissed me again, deeper this time. His hands slid down my body, igniting a fire that quickly consumed any remaining anger. Whatever secrets he was keeping could wait. Right now, I needed the reassurance of his touch, the confirmation that

clothes falling away as we rediscovered each other. In this moment, there was no prophecy, no Nathan, no Dark One—just us, reaffirming our bond in the most primal

as I listened to his heartbeat slowly return to normal. Outside, the sounds of celebration drifted

I said softly. "All

fingers traced patterns on my bare shoulder as he recounted the battle—the surprise attack, the ambush by Ferals and panthers, and

form?" I echoed, propping myself up to

true Lycans. A third shape—not human, not wolf, but something

knows about it

but his army is destroyed. He's

he has the Sword. I don't even know why Nathan is fighting us

across Ramsey's

else happened?" I pressed. "Something you're not telling

hesitated, then sighed in resignation. "We found a fragment of the prophecy in Nathan's camp. The part about

raced. "What did it

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