The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 319: Tears and peace...

Lyla

Ramsey stared at me for a few seconds. The news of Lenny finally waking up was certainly the last thing he was expecting to hear.

"A-Are you sure?" he asked with a whisper. "The healer said he wasn't responding to any treatment and we should prepare for the worst."

"Well," I shrugged, "Good thing you have me. I know how much Lenny means to you – sometimes I wonder if you love him more than me. Bottom line, I was able to heal him – it was a nasty poison, but I took care of it. He's fine and resting now."

He stared at me again as if his brain was still processing my words. "Lenny is… healed?"

"Yes," I confirmed again, still a tad surprised at what I'd done. "The poison is gone. He's resting now, but he'll make a full recovery."

For a moment, Ramsey didn't move or speak, and then he scoffed, lowering his head until it was almost touching my lap.

"I thought—" His voice broke. He ran a hand over his face, trying to hide the sudden wave of emotion that passed through him. "I thought I was going to lose him. The healers said there was nothing more they could do."

I reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. "He's going to be okay, Ramsey."

"You don't understand," he said, rising to his feet. "These past few days have been…"

He turned away, giving me his back. I could see his shoulders were tight with tension. I waited patiently, giving him the space to collect himself.

"I almost lost you both on the same day," he finally said, still facing away from me. "The two people I care about most in this world, and I couldn't protect either of you."

When he turned back, the controlled, powerful Lycan Leader was gone. In his place stood just Ramsey—vulnerable, exhausted, and fighting tears.

"I've been sitting beside his bed every night, when the healers go to rest, and after I leave your room too," he confessed. "I watched him getting weaker, Lyla, knowing it was my fault. That knife was meant for me. He took it; he was protecting me. I'm not such a great friend to him. We don't agree on so many things yet, but he willingly put himself in harm's way to save me."

sliding down his cheek, and he made no move to wipe

his voice barely above a whisper. "When I saw Cassidy's knife in

in battle, not when we lost warriors, not even when he spoke of his parents' deaths.

out with a painful sound. "I'm supposed

I tried to

28 years old, Lyla. I spent the better part of my life making the wrong decisions, fighting battles I simply could have avoided if I

our world at peace and made all the werewolves submissive under the rule of the White Moon Throne. No one dared cross him; his only flaw was his weird interests," he scoffed. "He

his thoughts. "I don't blame

around him. For a moment, he remained stiff, still fighting for control. Then he broke, pulling me against him and burying his

failure, Ramsey. You didn't fail," I whispered. "We're both still here. We're all

tightened around me. "When they told me about the poison, that there was no cure... I've never felt so powerless. I've been making war plans, giving orders, and pretending I knew what

feels. The kind who cares so deeply it hurts. That's what makes you the Lycan Leader we all follow, Ramsey. That's

afraid. There's so much at stake now—you, our world, our packs. I can't

the naked emotion on his face—this was a side of Ramsey few ever saw. The weight of leadership, the constant pressure to be strong for others, had built walls around his

I promised. "We're stronger together, remember?

"What if we can't win? The war council suggested I storm into White Lake and capture Elder Thorne and his family. That would force their warriors to fight alongside ours. But I don't want

myself in the

head, but I clasped his hands like

just a piece of what's to come. You must do everything necessary to achieve what you want. That is the only way to protect me, to

"I hate this… I

baby, but you're better than me when it comes to decision making, and you must agree we're misfits… the Moon Goddess must have been drunk

laughter

whispered. "For saving Lenny. For saving yourself. For giving me hope when I thought it

change between us – a deepening of trust, an acknowledgement of the

being truthful. Not completely. The truth is the last

man I had met at 19. The same one who would reject me every time we met. The same man whom I love so much, I couldn't