The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 400

Chapter 400 - 400: Half-breed.

Lyla

"Trying to pass a message? What makes you think so?" Ramsey asked.

"My gut feeling and the fact that these killings are not as random as we want to think they are. Based on my findings, they are specifically targeted at families. Not one of the victims was a random person or individual. It's always families."

"I agree with you that the attack pattern is consistent, but it couldn't have been werewolves or any supernatural creatures. There are strict laws guiding us. We cannot attack humans even if we want to. And just like my wife said, the signature is wrong. It's too controlled for a natural werewolf, but too savage for a Lycan."

"What about a hybrid?" Delia suggested. "Someone who's part werewolf but also something else?"

I felt Nymeris stir uneasily at the suggestion. "What makes you think of hybrids?"

"Just curiosity," Delia said with that same practised smile. "I've read accounts of various supernatural creatures interbreeding throughout history. The offspring tend to have... unusual characteristics."

"Those are largely myths and folklore," Kyren said, joining our conversation. "True supernatural hybrids are extremely rare and usually don't survive to adulthood."

"Usually," Delia repeated thoughtfully. "But not always."

Something about the way she said it made me uncomfortable.

After we returned home with promises of a follow-up meeting the next day, I found myself trying to bring up Delia in a conversation with Ramsey.

We were in our bedroom, both of us changing out of our clothes from the police station visit, and I was attempting to bring up my concerns about Delia without sounding paranoid or overly suspicious.

"So," I said carefully, pulling on a comfortable sweater, "what did you think of Delia?"

Ramsey paused in unbuttoning his shirt, looking at me. "You mean Dr. Delia Pier?"

"Yes. She seemed very... interested in our investigation."

"That's one way to put it," Ramsey said dryly. "What's your real question, Lyla?"

suspicious? Her behaviour at the crime scene, the way she inserted herself into every conversation, how she seemed to know more

surprise, Ramsey nodded immediately. "Absolutely. Everything about

on the same things I had. "I was worried I was being overly

on the edge of

findings; it felt like she was trying to get our opinion. You know situations where a child does something

too. And her knowledge of supernatural territorial markings was far more detailed than

the way she..." I hesitated, not

at every male in our group?" Ramsey finished with amusement. "Trust me, I noticed. Though I

her; I know that much. He was only trying to tolerate her, but I'm proud you handled her so well, too, without giving her much information about your real identity. She wanted to know your rank." I said, moving to

not someone who would easily let any woman into his bed.

I laughed, hitting him

have many women in their pack, so they don't know how to treat them, I assure you. Also, there was nothing to handle. I'm mated to you—end of discussion." He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. "No

his phone rang. He

how

standing up. "I'll go downstairs and see if I can find something to snack on. The babies

call as I slipped out of the

on full display as he worked over what appeared to be a perfectly seared steak. The sight was so unexpected that I just stood there for a moment, taking

me, he looked up briefly, gave me a

and I'd have had a chef prepare it for you," I said, trying to inject some lightness into the

"Do you always trust other people with

caught me off guard. "I... yes? Should

easy," he said with what might

fear poisoning?"

how my father was killed. That's how my mother died, and my brother too. That's how many people

losses. "We've never been in a situation where we

me directly. "Then Ramsey has a lot of

a kitchen stool near the island, making myself as comfortable

suddenly craving the steak he was preparing, but I didn't know how to ask for some without seeming like a beggar. Instead, I started eating grapes from a

portions on two plates. He passed one toward me, but

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