The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Red flags and wreckage...

Lyla

I sat in Paul’s car in front of my house, my hands folded protectively over my growing belly as an uncomfortable silence stretched between us. The afternoon had started innocently enough.

I’d gone to farmer’s market to pick out some fresh vegetables because I was craving it. I also didn’t want to go with Ramsey. The last time I went with him, the women had swooned around him, asking for his number.

Some of the bold ones even took pictures.

The only thing that had stopped me from actually fighting that day was how Ramsey had ignored every one of them, focusing on me. I’d left the market with open glares from the women.

Coincidentally, I ran into Paul after I finished shopping, nearly three days after he’d visited us, and he offered to drive me home.

Now I was beginning to regret accepting his offer.

I turned toward Paul, managing a polite smile.

"Thank you for bringing me home," I said, reaching for the door handle. "I appreciate you taking the time to—"

My words died as I tried the handle and found it wouldn’t budge. The door was locked.

I tried again, noticing the door wouldn’t budge. I tugged again, harder this time. Nothing. The door was really locked.

Paul’s hand suddenly covered mine, his fingers warm and unwelcome against my skin. I pulled back instinctively, a warning bell going off in my mind as I turned to face him.

"What do you think you’re doing?" I asked, trying to keep the anger simmering inside me from showing in my voice.

Paul turned to me with pleading eyes that I’d never noticed before. Desperate, hungry eyes that made my skin crawl. "I love you, Lyla. I’ve loved you for the longest time, and you broke my heart. You showed up a few days ago with a husband, pregnant with his child. What am I supposed to do with these feelings?"

I blinked. "What?"

"I’ve loved you for the longest time," he said, leaning close. "I swear."

I sighed, rubbing at my temple.

"You sound ridiculous, Paul. We never even got around to you asking me out. Why should I feel entitled to your feelings?"

"But you were nice to me that day at the office," he insisted, his voice taking on a wheedling quality. "You agreed to go out with me."

back, my anger building. "You were my colleague and my boss on top

the door handle again, pulling on it frantically. "Get

seat. When he opened them again, there

college," he said, his voice taking on a bitter edge. "You always had this snobbish air around you, like you were better than everyone

recall ever seeing Paul in college, nor had I crossed paths with him before I started working at the firm. What

in life," Paul continued, his voice growing more aggressive. "Instead of living in this old, dingy house with some nobody, you

compose myself while frantically working the door handle,

unlock this door right now," I said, my voice deadly calm despite the fear crawling up my

a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "If you agree to one date with me, I’ll open the door. Just

and will soon be a mother. You’re completely delusional if you think I

that," he snarled, leaning toward me with eyes blazing. "You don’t know what you’re saying. Once you

insane," I stared

"I’m in love."

I’ll shout and the

ahead," he said quietly.

his seat belt and moved to reach for me. That was when I felt it. A deep

a terrible screech of metal, the

hands as if it were made of cardboard. His expression was blank, too calm, but I could see the storm raging in his dark eyes, and through our mate bond, I felt his fury simmering

I scrambled out of the car and rushed into his arms. He dropped the mangled door with a crash and

quietly, his voice was

seen an

his chest, breathing in

"Good," he said simply.

and ripped the driver’s side door off as well, the metal screaming in protest as

place, mouth open in

"What the hell—?"

to climb out of his now-doorless car, his face flushed with anger

hell do

the car with enough force to leave a

try to trap my wife?" Ramsey’s voice was deadly quiet. "Who the fuck do you

he clawed at Ramsey’s iron grip around

to them, trying to pull my husband’s arm away from Paul’s neck. "You’re going

a living thing, fed by the knowledge that someone had

was turning purple, his struggles growing weaker as Ramsey’s grip

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