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.

he returned to where I stood, I quickly looked around the neighbourhood to make sure none of my former neighbours were watching.

and if they suspect you’re carrying

carefully. "And that’s not a

holding back laughter at his innocent confusion. The past two months of marriage had been filled with moments like

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

that is how we choose

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 of

fine," he assured me, though his voice carried a hint of

releasing 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 he

Nothing happened.

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

ceramic flower pot

"And there’s

with the same serious expression he wore during pack council meetings,

evidence that Nanny had been

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 of this little house felt like a

then a memory flitted

his best to fit in because he knew it mattered to me. The happiness I’d felt at seeing him after so many

mood immediately and came

time," I said softly, running my hand over the 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 deeply and leaned

his arms around me, letting me draw comfort from him. "He loved you very much. Even in the

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

I muttered, starting

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

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

voices followed.

what’s wrong?" I called out. "Who is

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