The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 413 - 413: The midnight call...

Lyla

The shrill sound of my phone cut through my subconscious mind, making me stir from sleep.

I groaned softly, pressing my face deeper into Ramsey's warm chest, hoping the noise would stop. The twins had finally settled down for the night after hours of restless kicking, and my body craved every minute of rest it could get.

But the phone rang again.

I felt Ramsey stir beneath me, his arm tightening protectively around my waist before he reached across me with his free hand.

"It's your sister," he mumbled against my hair, his voice still thick with sleep as he handed me.

In the next instant, I was wide awake. Clarissa never called this late unless something was seriously wrong. Since we travelled here, we'd always chat on the phone and nothing more. So, this was strange. My heart hammered against my ribs as I took the phone, noting the time – 2:47 AM.

I slid out from under Ramsey's arm and sat up against the headboard.

"Rissa?" I answered, trying to keep the worry out of my voice. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Lyla, I'm so sorry for calling so early," Clarissa's voice came through the speaker. "I know you need your rest, especially with the pregnancy, but I... I didn't know who else to call."

"It's fine," I assured her, shifting to relax against Ramsey's chest. His hand moved to rub soothing circles on my back as he listened. "What happened? Are the children okay?"

"Emma and baby Nathan are fine. They're safe at home with Mother." Clarissa's voice wavered slightly. "It's... It's about the Alpha meetings. The situation with the southern packs."

I felt Ramsey tense beneath me. We'd heard rumours about the challenges Clarissa was facing as the new Alpha of Blue Ridge, but I hadn't realised how serious things had become.

"Tell me," I said simply.

"I waited five hours yesterday waiting for them to show up at the meeting. None of them called before to give their excuse. It was that morning that they all sent their regrets. They have repeatedly done things like this, making decisions without my consent."

For the next several minutes, Clarissa poured out the story of her failed meeting, the empty hall, the dismissive messages from the six Alphas.

"They don't see me as a legitimate Alpha," she concluded, with a whisper. "They think I'm just keeping the seat warm until I find another mate. Plus, somehow, they still want you."

clenched into a fist. "Clarissa, I gave up any claim to Blue Ridge.

that, and you know that, but they don't care," she replied. "Lyla, I... I wanted to ask if there might be a way for Ramsey to help. I

could hear every word since I'd put the phone on speaker, and I

help are

turned away at one door, the next Alpha would not even let me come an inch close to their pack. But if I had... backup. Someone whose authority is greater than theirs. Someone they'd have to respect..." she trailed off, clearly uncomfortable asking for

the Lycan Leader." I finished

can't bring them together, we'll be vulnerable to outside threats. With everything that has happened, we can't afford to be

take a

come around and be here for my coronation. I feel that

everything that was going on to help her establish authority with the hostile Alphas. It was

the same thing our father had died protecting – the stability

Ramsey,"

his face as he spoke with Clarissa. Their conversation was brief but intense, conducted in low

until tomorrow evening to make some calls and see what support I can arrange. As for the coronation, I am not sure it's something that can be done now. But I'll see if there's

phone. "Thank you, Ramsey. Both of you. I know this isn't

is always our fight," Ramsey interrupted firmly. "Get some rest. We'll talk

was ending the call, a loud crash echoed through the house, so loud and violent that the windows rattled. I jerked upright instantly, my heart leaping into my throat as the babies

alert mode. "Stay here," he commanded, moving toward our

not," I said, struggling to get out of bed as quickly as my

Ramsey said, turning back to me with concern etched across his features. "If

to stand. "I'm not hiding in

are vulnerable," he argued, moving to help

us, but I can't just sit here wondering if everyone else is safe. What if it's urgent and my powers are needed? What if someone

downstairs – not a crash this time, but

too. "Kyren," he murmured, recognising

said, moving toward our bedroom door. "Everyone else is already investigating.

stay close to me. The moment

dangerous, I'd do

already outside her door at the far end of the corridor in an oversized tee and black leggings, hair in a messy braid and annoyance in