The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 356: To forgiveness and forever...

Lyla

I took the stairs two at a time, my heart hammering against my ribs as I raced toward Ramsey’s room. Lenny had just told me that Ramsey was back and in his quarters. After spending the entire night wondering where he’d gone, relief flooded through me at the news.

I knocked gently when I reached his door, but there was no response. My stomach clenched with anxiety as I turned the knob—it was unlocked. I let myself inside, moving carefully into the darkened room.

The room was dark; all the curtains were still drawn from the night before. I paused for a few seconds, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkened room. The sound of running water from the bathroom told me Ramsey was in the shower. I picked my way across the familiar space and settled on the edge of his bed to wait.

My hands twisted in my lap as I tried to rehearse what I would say. Should I start with an apology? Should I explain that I hadn’t told him about the pregnancy because I was going to die anyway and didn’t want to break his heart twice? Or should I tell him how I’d tried to find the right moment, only to be advised against it by Nanny, Lenny, and Terra, who worried he wouldn’t let me fulfil my duties as the Moonsinger?

But those were just excuses. If I wanted to tell him, I would have made out the right time and still told him, regardless of Nanny’s advice or Terra’s.

The water stopped running, and my heart resumed its frantic pounding. I’d never seen Ramsey as hurt as he’d been yesterday, and the fear that this could shatter our relationship forever made my chest tight with panic.

I didn’t want to lose him. I love him so much.

It felt like an eternity before the bathroom door opened. When Ramsey finally came out, he wore only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets clung to his hair and traced paths down his chest, following the defined lines of muscle that flexed as he moved. Even in my anxious state, the sight of him made my breath catch.

He was still as handsome as ever.

He paused mid-step when he saw me sitting there.

"Hi," I greeted him, my voice barely above a whisper. "The door was open... I knocked, but there was no response, so I—" My words came out in a jumbled rush.

"I mean, I’m sorry for intruding on your space. I know you said you needed time, but... I had to speak with you... I should have informed you beforehand, but your phone was switched off, and our mindlink is inaccessible."

was making me stutter and stumble over explanations. I could feel myself spiralling, the fear of losing him making my hands shake and my voice crack. This was it. This was the moment that would either save us or destroy everything

last "I was worried when you

word. He pulled the curtains open with one fluid motion, flooding the room with morning light. The sudden brightness made me squint as he

"Sit," he said simply.

already sitting, but my anxiety made me fidget. I stood up, then sat back down, then stood again. My leg bounced uncontrollably as I watched him walk toward

was dressed in simple jeans and a grey sweater—casual clothes that somehow made him look more approachable than when

into my prepared speech, when he pulled

anger, for accusations, for the cold distance I’d seen in his eyes

quietly, his voice rumbling against my ear.

his warmth, feeling every tense muscle in

have been difficult," he continued, his hand stroking my back. "Dealing with the pregnancy and being a Moonsinger, and

all the sleepless nights of wondering how to tell him—it all came pouring out in uncontrollable sobs. Tears

The relief was too overwhelming, the love in his voice too precious after the cold silence

an amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You need to stop crying now,

pregnancy, I was terrified and confused. I wanted to tell you,

me back into his arms, his hand stroking my hair gently. "It’s fine," he murmured. "Everything

my sobs finally quieted to sniffles. Only then did Ramsey pull away to look at my stomach. His gaze

not showing

I will

I wish I had been ordinary, and he too. He would have made a great dad. Tears gathered at the

Lyla," he whispered, his voice

hand over

last thing I expected out of this life.