The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 373: New beginnings and old connections

Lyla

A sleek black car pulled up in front of a tiny house with a charming small garden, the engine purring to a stop after our long journey from the pack lands. Without waiting for Ramsey to come around and open my door—a habit he’d developed over the past two months that I found both endearing and unnecessary—I practically tumbled out of the passenger seat.

"Hey, slow down... you’re pregnant."

But I ignored him and raced toward the entrance with a bright smile spreading across my face. My heart soared with a mixture of nostalgia and joy. The familiar sight of my old human home, with its white picket fence and carefully tended flower beds, brought back a flood of memories from what felt like another lifetime.

Standing in front of the place where I’d once lived as just Lyla the college student and the working-class girl, I exhaled deeply and spread my hands toward the sky.

"I can’t believe I was away for more than a year!" I called out, spinning in a slow circle to take in every detail. "Everything looks different, but the same."

Ramsey emerged from the driver’s side, his tall frame unfolding gracefully as he surveyed the modest neighbourhood with obvious confusion. He walked up to me, his dark eyes studying the small house with the expression of someone trying to solve a particularly puzzling riddle.

"You lived here?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

I nodded enthusiastically. "For three years during college. It was perfect."

Ramsey continued staring at the house, shaking his head slowly. "It’s so tiny. How can one human being fit in here, let alone two people?"

I laughed at his bewildered expression, remembering that he’d grown up in the sprawling pack house with its grand rooms and endless corridors. "The inside is quite spacious. Don’t worry—you won’t feel claustrophobic."

I turned and began walking toward the front door, while Ramsey followed behind me like a bemused shadow. When I reached the entrance, I paused and turned back to him with an arched eyebrow.

"Aren’t you forgetting something?"

Ramsey looked around, then back at me with a confused expression. "What?"

"Our bags," I said, gesturing toward the car. "You’re forgetting our luggage."

Understanding dawned on his face, and he smiled sheepishly before jogging back to the vehicle. In one fluid motion, he grabbed all three suitcases at once—two large ones and a smaller overnight bag—carrying them as if they weighed nothing.

my former neighbours were watching.

"These humans are weirdly observant, and if they suspect you’re carrying

down carefully. "And that’s not a

had been filled with moments like this—my powerful Lycan

many strange traditions, as he called them, that humans practised, and

is how we choose our honeymoon

We still have time

carried a hint of uncertainty.

his face. "But try to remember-no supernatural displays of strength,

of me to the front door, his confidence returning now that he had clear guidelines to follow. When

Nothing happened.

twisting the knob with more force, but the

bent down toward a ceramic flower pot that sat along the pathway

key into the lock. "And there’s no Seth to open everything for us

pack council meetings, as if memorising door

door swung open with a familiar creak, and we stepped inside together. The house was sparkling clean and filled with the gentle scent of lavender—clear evidence that Nanny had been here recently to prepare for our arrival. These days, she

my eyes and letting the peace of the moment wash over me. After more than a year

a memory flitted into

remembered the last time I’d been here—Nathan sitting on this very couch, looking so out of place in the human world but trying his best to fit in because he knew it mattered to me. The happiness I’d felt

immediately and came to sit beside me.

cushion where he had sat. "Right here on this couch. He felt so out of place, but he was trying so hard to understand my human life." I sighed

you very much. Even in the end, everything he did was because

was about to respond when the doorbell rang, its cheerful chime echoing through

I muttered,

with a gentle hand on my arm. "I’ve got it," he said, rising to his

see him standing by the counter, that sad smile on his face as he tried to make small talk about whether I was comfortable with him spending the

but no voices followed. Frowning, I walked back toward

wrong?" I called out. "Who is

confusion and wariness.