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. Satisfied that the coast was clear,

suspect you’re carrying three heavy suitcases

setting the bags down carefully. "And that’s not

had been

to go for our honeymoon, he was surprised by many strange traditions, as he called them, that humans practised, and

how we choose our

cupped his face gently in my hands, studying his handsome features. "Are you sure you’ll survive these few weeks we’ll be here? We still have time to change our minds and visit the packs on the other side

he assured me, though his voice carried a hint of uncertainty. "Besides, I’ve always been curious about this

I nodded, releasing his face. "But try to remember-no supernatural displays of strength, no enhanced hearing conversations three houses away, and no shifting if

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

Nothing happened.

tried again, twisting the knob with more force, but the door remained stubbornly closed. After several failed attempts, his frown

I bent down toward a ceramic flower pot that sat along the pathway and lifted it, producing a key that had been hidden

into the lock. "And there’s no Seth to open everything for us magically. You’ll have to

he wore during pack council meetings, as if memorising door locks was

the gentle scent of lavender—clear evidence that Nanny had been here recently to prepare for our arrival. These days, she was staying in Blue Ridge, taking care of Luna,

onto the small floral couch with a contented sigh, closing my eyes and letting the peace of the moment wash over me. After more than a year of constant responsibility as Moonsinger, of making decisions that affected hundreds of lives, the simplicity

a memory flitted

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

shift in my mood immediately and came to sit beside me.

couch. He felt so out of place, but he was trying so hard to understand my human life." I sighed deeply and leaned into Ramsey’s warmth. "I miss him sometimes. More than

from him. "He loved you very much. Even in the end, everything he did was because he wanted to

to respond when the doorbell rang, its cheerful chime echoing through the small house. I pulled back from

not expecting anyone," I muttered,

a gentle hand on my arm. "I’ve got it,"

kitchen, my mind drifting back to that day with Nathan. I could almost see him standing by the counter, that sad smile on his face as he tried to make small talk about whether I was comfortable

open, but no voices followed. Frowning, I walked back toward

I called out. "Who

a mixture of confusion and wariness. "Nothing serious. There’s just a stranger here