The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 386: When the roof falls in...

Lyla

I curled up on the comfortable couch in the sitting room, contemplating for maybe the hundredth time what would be my penalty if I killed Ramsey.

I can’t believe he hasn’t made any effort to try to placate me. He’d gone out a while ago, probably sitting on the terrace like the coward he was.

Nanny finally came into the sitting room carrying a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn, her face creased with concern. "Here you go, dear," she said, settling beside me and offering the bowl. "Are you alright? You’ve been quiet since morning."

I shook my head, grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it into my mouth with more force than necessary. "I’m trying to justify marrying Ramsey," I said around the kernels, "because it’s starting to seem like I made a huge mistake."

Nanny’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "A mistake? Whatever brought this on?"

"He’s clueless, Nanny. Clueless." I gesticulated wildly with my free hand, sending a few pieces of popcorn flying. "Do you know what he did yesterday? Here I am, carrying his baby, feeling like every part of my body was run over by a car, and he had the guts to leave the house because I wouldn’t talk to him?"

Nanny’s lips twitched, but she managed to keep her expression serious. "That does sound... impractical."

"Impractical?" I snorted. "Don’t let me get started on his strange behaviour since he came here. The only thing left was for him to go around with a placard that read ’I am a Lycan.’ He never does anything right. I tell him to buy skimmed milk, but he buys full cream. I don’t want to talk about the coffee shop incident."

"What coffee shop incident?"

"He asked the barista if they had anything ’suitable for an Alpha’s palate’ and then got offended when she laughed!"

"Oh my," Nanny said, her eyes dancing with suppressed laughter.

"He nearly panicked when a pigeon landed in front of our car!" I continued, feeling daring enough to rant. "I mean—was he raised in a cave under a rock? Is this how all men are?" I demanded, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "Because if it is, I should have just stayed single and lived here with you forever. At least you know how doors work!"

"The door incident was hilarious when you told me," Nanny agreed, her whole face lit up with amusement. "Though I have to say, watching the most powerful Lycan in North America struggle with a house key for twenty minutes would have been entertaining."

"He tried to force it open first! Like he expected it just to recognise his Alpha authority and swing wide!" I grabbed another handful of popcorn. "Imagine, living so much in luxury that you don’t remember how a door opens."

into laughter, the sound echoing warmly through the sitting room. "Oh, sweetheart, I can imagine how tedious and stressful

sighed, then said in a quiet tone. "Though I’ve never seen him as angry as he was yesterday. He was ready to rip Paul

worry you,

how annoying I

do that to you, my girl. Ramsey loves you so much that it reflects in everything he does, and Lycans, werewolf men, can tell

other man? Ramsey is the only man who has warmed my heart in ways not even Nathan could do. Despite how much I wanted to hate him,

lips quirked as she

each other for a few seconds before we burst into laughter. The thought of the Lycan Leader being insecure around

the roof above us. At first, I dismissed it as nothing unusual. Old

said, noticing the sound

at the ceiling as the steps moved from one end of the house to

her hand instinctively moving toward the protective

footsteps multiplied, becoming a whole pattern of movement across the roof. Heavy, deliberate steps that felt like multiple people

quietly, my hand moving protectively to my stomach,

The roof exploded inward.

rained down on us as a gaping hole opened above the sitting room. I threw my arms over my head, coughing and choking on the dust cloud that filled the air. Nanny’s protective instincts kicked in immediately—she threw herself over me, shielding my

the dust began to settle, I looked up to see figures dropping through the hole. They looked human at first glance, but as they straightened up, I could see the differences. Their fingernails had elongated into razor-sharp claws that glinted in the firelight. Their canine teeth extended well past their lips, giving them the appearance of predators wearing human

wrong with that assessment. These creatures moved differently and smelled differently. They carried the scent of decay and something else—something that made senses recoil in

when it smiled, I saw rows of

it said, its voice carrying harmonics that hurt

feet in an instant, placing herself between

voice carrying absolute authority. "Get to

"I’m not leaving you—"

Nanny’s shout was accompanied by a blast of protective magic that sent two of the creatures

a sound like breaking glass. "The old Sigma

directly in the chest. He screamed and clutched at the

straightening his scorched shirt.

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