The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Ramsey

"I'll try to keep Circe away from the pack house," Lenny said as we walked through the corridor. "That should prevent any issues between her, Lyla, and you." He gave me a meaningful look.

I scoffed, irritated by what he meant. "I'm over that now. I truly love Lyla."

"As if," Lenny replied with a knowing smirk. "I remember how you used to sneak Circe out to the forest daily to do naughty things with her. You were a whore, Ramsey. Surprisingly, you want one woman."

"That was a long time ago, Lenny and all the girls wanted me. I was young, had fewer worries, plus my grandfather never had any problem with it as long as I didn't get them pregnant."

"Well, you two always had chemistry. If not for your grandfather's interference, you would have married her," Lenny said.

His words stirred memories I'd rather forget—stolen moments in the forest, promises made in the heat of passion, and the painful separation that followed.

"I know," I chuckled. "We were so perfect together."

"She still loves you, Ramsey. She's been devoted to you the same way Cassidy has been. I don't know what you do to these women. I think Lyla is the only one you don't have such a hold on."

"You can say that again," I winced, hiding the pain I felt in my heart. "Lyla is not like them. She's so self-absorbed in herself that even if anything happens today and we have to break up, she wouldn't feel much pain."

"Don't be so sure," Lenny murmured. "She loves you, I promise. She may not show it, but she loves you."

"Is she married?" I asked, trying to sound casual as I changed the topic. "Circe, I mean."

"No," Lenny shook his head. "I think it's a curse in my family. She has multiple lovers, just like me."

"You certainly inherited your mother's charm," I remarked dryly.

"And her inability to settle down," Lenny admitted. "Though Circe is worse. At least I don't break hearts—my partners know exactly what they're getting."

"And what does Circe do?"

"Makes promises she has no intention of keeping," Lenny sighed. "She's left a trail of devoted admirers across the sea, each believing they're the only one, and she hasn't had a baby with anyone yet. So, in a way, we're different."

"That sounds exhausting."

"For them, perhaps. For her, it's power. She has all the Alphas in her pocket, aside from Darren. He's stubborn just like you." Lenny's expression turned serious. "But be careful, Ramsey. She didn't bring five million warriors just out of the goodness of her heart."

"What does she want?" I asked, though I had my suspicions.

"What she's always wanted," Lenny replied, checking his watch. "You should go get Lyla. It's been almost forty-five minutes. I'll go ahead and make sure our guests are comfortable."

I nodded and headed toward Lyla's room while Lenny continued to the conference hall. When I knocked on her door and received no answer, I pushed the door open.

Lyla lay on the bed, fast asleep. The exhaustion on her face told me she'd fallen into a deep slumber the moment she lay down. The whole love-making episode in the garden must have made her tired.

I smiled fondly at the thought and decided to make her comfortable before leaving.

Carefully, I removed her shoes before proceeding to take off her trousers and blouse. I expected her to wake at any moment, but she didn't even stir. I settled the blanket around her body, then gently lifted her and carried her through the connecting door to my bedroom, laying her on the larger bed where she'd be more comfortable.

After placing a soft kiss on her forehead, I quietly left, heading to the conference room to face the Lycan Alphas alone.

When I entered, I saw they had all been served food, but none were eating—a display of etiquette typical of the overseas Lycans. I sighed inwardly. The Lycans across the sea were annoyingly perfectionist and arrogant. I recognised many faces from my training school days, including Darren Blackthorne, my longtime rival.

As soon as I entered, they all rose to their feet. I waved them back to their seats.

"I am sorry for not meeting you all sooner and for my tardiness. Thank you for coming to our aid at this time. I truly appreciate."

"Is the Moonsinger not joining us?" Alpha Vega asked, fixing her eyes on the door as if she was expecting Lyla to appear at any second.

"She won't be able to make it," I explained. "There was a minor emergency, women matter, but tomorrow, I'll treat you all to breakfast at the pack house where you can meet her."

"Is she truly a Moonsinger?" Darren asked, staring at me with scepticism. "All Moonsingers over the years have been men. Is she capable of fulfilling her duties properly?"

"That's not true," corrected Alpha Winters, an older Lycan with grey streaking his dark hair. "Records show that aside from Neriah, an Omega was once a Moonsinger. Due to her humble background and gender, she was largely omitted from official histories."

I had no desire to discuss Lyla with them. "Your food is getting cold," I said, changing the subject. "Please, eat."

They insisted on saying their food rites before beginning—another display of their cultural superiority. I ate little, noting Circe's absence and wondering where she might be.

When they finished, I thanked them for coming again. "I didn't think you would make the journey yourselves. Sending warriors would have been sufficient."

"To be honest," said Alpha Korin with a chuckle, "we were bored and wanted to see how things are on this side. Circe asked us to come, and we can't say no to her."

I stared at them, sensing there was something they weren't revealing. A typical Alpha would never leave their pack to fight in a war of unknown duration simply out of curiosity. They must want something in return.

"Thank you for the meal," I said, rising from my seat. "I'll leave you to rest now."

They all stood as I left, a sign of respect that felt more like mockery given the subtle disdain in some of their expressions. I knew they didn't like me. We were all young and youthful, but they didn't like the idea of me ruling them.

They hated that I was their Lycan Leader, but they had to submit to me, no matter how much they hated it.

Lenny followed me out, waiting until we were alone in the corridor before speaking. "That went better than expected."

"They're hiding something," I said. "No Alpha crosses the sea with a quarter-million warriors for entertainment."

"Of course they're hiding something," Lenny agreed. "But we need them, so does it matter?"

"It matters if their price is too high."

"Five million elite warriors are worth almost any price with the Dark One returning," Lenny argued.

"Not if the price is Lyla," I replied, voicing my growing suspicion.

Lenny stopped walking, his expression suddenly serious. "What do you mean?"

"Circe didn't bring these Alphas here out of loyalty to me or concern for our situation. She's planning something."

"She's always planning something," Lenny admitted. "But she wouldn't harm Lyla. Not directly."

"It's not direct harm I'm worried about," I said. "She would try to drive a wedge between us. I can feel it."

"C'mon, Ramsey, give her some credit. She would never go after another woman's man."

"I hope so," I sighed. "I'm in a good place with Lyla now and want it to remain that way. But if she succeeds," I paused. "It means she gets what she's always wanted—you."

"That's extreme, even for Circe," Lenny objected, even though his voice was filled with uncertainty.

"Is it? She's a witch with Lycan strength. That combination makes her dangerous and unpredictable."

"She's also my sister," Lenny reminded me. "I'll talk to her, find out what she's after."noveldrama

"Be careful," I warned. "She manipulates everyone, including you."

"I know her tricks," Lenny assured me. "I grew up with them."

As we parted ways, I couldn't shake my unease. The arrival of the overseas Lycans should have been a relief—reinforcements when we desperately needed them. Instead, it felt like another layer of complication in an already impossible situation.

I returned to my bedroom, quietly entering so I wouldn't disturb Lyla. She was sleeping peacefully, one hand resting protectively over her stomach, a habit I noticed she's been doing often these days.

I sank into the chair, gazing at the woman I love so much, whom I would do anything to protect, no matter the cost.

The twin moons would rise in three days. The Dark One would return. And now Circe had arrived with her own agenda, backed by twenty Alpha Lycans with armies at their command.

I settled into a chair near the bed, unwilling to leave Lyla alone. Whatever game Circe was playing, whatever price the overseas Alphas expected to collect, I would ensure it is to make Lyla happy.

Even if that meant becoming the very monster I was fighting against.