The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 392

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.

"That's how they all are. I think

"Yeah," I agreed.

turned serious as she separated the orange into sections for

casually, tossing a

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 Earth

twins. They can accommodate me for once. I'm not dragging my babies eight hours through whatever means it'll

realise they're probably furious

problems that require my specific abilities," I said

say 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

I said, rubbing my stomach affectionately.

to prepare food and entertainment for our guests. Thankfully, the duplex Ramsey had purchased had enough extra bedrooms to accommodate

vehicles approaching made Nanny perk up. "That must be

her peeling knife and fruit bowl back to the kitchen, returning quickly to stand beside me. I remained seated, continuing to eat my oranges, determined to look exactly

arriving party stayed outside for nearly thirty minutes, and Nanny

discussing out

in first and acknowledge that a 'mere werewolf' made them travel," I said dryly. "Let them

wanted to wear the floor thin from pacing. She was dying of curiosity about what they were talking about, but

the front door. I picked up their scents even before

with surprise at the group of men who

were dressed exactly

cloaks crafted from animal pelts. They looked like they'd stepped out of

standing closest to Ramsey, looked

same age as Ramsey. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and he wore an expensive designer suit that probably cost more than most people's cars. His eyes were an

of a Lycan and

greet

heavily pregnant, but you're only nineteen weeks

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