The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 392 - 392: The arrival of the Hollow Kin...

Lyla

Today was the day the Hollow Kin was arriving. It had taken almost three days of Elias being constantly on the phone—one minute trying to convince the council, the next minute trying to convince Ramsey and me. After a whole lot of back and forth, arguments, and what I suspected were some very colourful threats from both sides, the Hollow Kin had finally decided to come here.

I popped another slice of orange into my mouth and sighed with satisfaction.

Today, I woke up craving oranges. Not just wanted them, I needed them in the way a werewolf needed the moon. My fingers were sticky, my lips wet with the juice. Nanny sat across from me, diligently peeling the next orange as if it were some sacred offering.

"You know," I said, popping another orange segment into my mouth, "I think the babies are trying to tell me something with these cravings. Yesterday, it was pickles and ice cream; today, it's oranges. Tomorrow it'll probably be something equally random."

Nanny laughed, her knife working through the orange peel. "When I was pregnant with you, I once sent the man whose house I was staying at, with his wife, out at two in the morning to find dried cranberries. The poor man went to three different stores before he found them."

"Did he complain?"

"Not once. He said if dried cranberries would make his girls happy, then cranberries it would be." She smiled fondly at the memory. "I craved a lot of fruits at this time too, and then beef later on, but always dried."

"Beef? Seriously?" I laughed, licking the last of the juice from my thumb. "You're a werewolf mom, isn't eating beef a normal thing?"

Nanny waved a hand. "For me, it was luxury. I grew up at the Moon Temple, and we barely consume things with blood. So maybe I was reacting to getting introduced to the world of meat and not because I craved them."

I grinned. "Ramsey's been pretty accommodating, too. Though I think he draws the line at hunting down midnight snacks in the human world. He's still traumatised by the grocery store incident."

"What grocery store incident?"

"You know, human women are shameless. He's had a lot of them coming to hit on him, and when he doesn't respond, it turns into a string of insults. He still doesn't get it."

"Our women still possess a shred of decency in that aspect," Nanny chuckled. "We don't go around haranguing innocent…"

"If Ramsey is innocent, then I might as well become a Moon Priestess," I scoffed.

burst into laughter. "That's how they all are. I think

"Yeah," I agreed.

Nanny's tone turned serious as she separated the orange

asked casually, tossing

ever. If they had issues with supernatural communities, they would always send messages through intermediaries or summon them to their mountain. You literally dragged the most ancient and powerful supernatural authority on

daintily, selecting another orange segment. "I'm pregnant with twins. They can accommodate me for once. I'm not dragging my babies eight hours through whatever means it'll be to meet a bunch of egotistical

they're probably furious about

involved with human world problems that require my specific abilities," I

that like it's not the most blasphemous thing a werewolf has ever uttered," Nanny muttered, but there was amusement dancing in her eyes. "Bless the Moon, you're

said, rubbing my stomach affectionately. "They're

our guests. Thankfully, the duplex Ramsey had purchased had enough extra

approaching made Nanny perk up. "That must be

fruit bowl back to the kitchen, returning quickly to stand beside me. I remained seated, continuing to eat my oranges, determined to look exactly like what I

minutes, and Nanny began pacing the living

out there?" she

acknowledge that a 'mere werewolf' made

thin from pacing. She was dying of curiosity about what they were talking about, but couldn't bring herself to peek outside now that

door. I picked up

with surprise at the group of men

of them were dressed exactly as Lenny told

in rough-hewn leather tunics, primitive jewellery made of bone and stone, and cloaks crafted from animal pelts. They looked like they'd stepped

twelfth man, standing closest to Ramsey,

like he'd stepped off the cover of a magazine. He seemed to be around the same age as Ramsey. His dark hair was

the unmistakable aura of a Lycan

they all paused at the threshold, their eyes flicking between Nanny and me as we stood to greet them. Ramsey moved to stand beside me, but he had barely taken a step when the fashionably dressed man's voice stopped

with those silver eyes. "I thought you were heavily pregnant, but you're only nineteen weeks and two