The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 197 197 A second reunion... Lyla She trailed off sniffing back tears.

That was why I was willing to let you call another woman, mother.

Because I am nothing, Lyla .

I had nothing to me.

No parents, no inheritance, I wasnt affiliated to any pack and oh, your father ... she broke down in tears.

He loved you, Lyla.

Everything he did, all the times be mistreated you he did it because he had to appease his mate, but your dad, never hated you ! No! I shook my head as tears filled my eyes again.

Dont try to defend him because you loved him.

I dont want to hear.

I dont want to hear anything again.

I turned and started walking away.

Lyla ! she ran after me.

Please you cannot leave like this.

I turned to face her, my heart breaking over and over.

I never want to see you again, Nanny.

Do you hear away from me.

22 Stay Her hands clasped tightly around mine.

Lyla, please.

Dont do this.

Dont shutout.

But I had already turned away and continued towards the temple gates, my heart was heavy anger and filled with pain.

with As I left the courtyard, I heard her crying and it broke my heart.

But I didnt look back.

I couldnt.

After I left the Moon Temple, I turned off my phone, refusing to take calls from Nanny or Nathan .

I wanted to be alone.

I wandered through Golden Gates Pack, trying to distract my thoughts.

I was still trying to figure out how to leave, perhaps, when I am calm, I could ask Nanny to helpsecure passage from here back to the human world.

And this tit would be final.

I had nothing left here.

I found myself at a quiet café overlooking a mountain and took a space on the tables outside.

The wing was tugging at my hair and clothes.

The sun was setting, and everything was the sexcept.

For the first tsince confronting Nanny, I allowed myself to breathe.

I sank into the chair and stared out at the horizon.

The tears cagain, but this time, they were quiet.

I didnt sob or scream, and I didnt bother about the strange looks of people passing.

I just let them fall.

Why? I whispered to the wind.

Why did it have to be like this? I thought about Nathan, about Nanny, about everything I had lost and everything I had learned.

It felt like i my entire world was crumbling around me, and I didnt know how to stop it.

I sat still, watching the sun dip below the towering mountains, as dusk began to set .

I made a silent vow to myself.

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I would find a way to move forward.

I didnt know how or where, but I would.

Because no matter how broke I felt now, I refused to let this be the end of my story.

An hour later, I was back to my hotel room at Blue Ridge.

I was sprawled across the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as my mind replayed the events of the day.

I couldnt even cry anymore.

The tears had dried up leaving behind an emptiness that seemed to echo through my entire being.

Just yesterday, Id been preparing for my wedding, dreaming of a future that now felt like I had .

dreamt it.

I thought I had finally found a place where I could set my roots.

Now everything was in ruins.

My engagement is broken Nathan should be preparing for his wedding night with Clarissa now.

My identity was in shreds and I couldnt even begin to process the fact that the woman Id trusted my whole life Nanny was my mother.

How had everything fallen apart? After what felt like hours of staring into nothingness, I pushed myself up. I couldnt stay here, drowning in my thoughts.

Maybe a run would help.

Usually, I am supposed to shift and let Nymeris run wild through the forest, but that wasnt an option anymore. Not only had I not felt Nymeris since the chaos at the Harvest Moon, our bond had gone silent and I wasnt sure if I wanted her especially as she was being hunted.

And I hadnt dared to reach out, afraid of what I might or might not find.

I rolled off the bed and moved to my suitcase, rummaging through it for my running clothes.

Finally, I located it.

As I wanted to pull out a pair of leggings, an envelope fluttered to the floor.

I froze staring at it.

It was the letter from my father the one Ramsey had handedduring our meeting after his death.

I stared at it for a few more seconds, before picking it up, turning it over and over in my hand.

For a moment, I considered opening it.

I and my dad werent close, so I couldnt imagine what he would want to say toin a letter.

What if there was something that could giveclarity in this chaos? But as my fingers hovered over the seal, I hesitated.

After everything that had happened today, did I really want to add another potential bombshell to the mix? Not today, I whispered and placed the envelope on the small table by the window, shoving it aside for later.

I quickly changed into a pair of joggers and a loose sweatshirt, grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses to hide my identity the last thing I needed was to be recognized by pack members whod attended what should have been my wedding and headed out into the night.

The evening air was cool against my skin as I jogged through the packs park.

It was surprisingly quiet with a few people jogging or walking around too.

I maintained a steady pace, careful not to maintain eye contact with anyone.

With each step I took, I felt lighter.

By the tI was done, I had my emotions in one place.

When I returned to the hotel room, my legs were sore but my head was clearer.

I ordered room service since Id had nothing to eat all day before stepping into the shower.

When I was done bathing, I cout, wrapped only in a towel.

I felt a bit refreshed, but the 10:27 197 A second reunion... ache in my chest was still there.

Id just finished drying off and was reaching for my comb and the hair dryer when the doorbell rang.

I grabbed one of the hotel robes, discarding the towel as I rushed to the door.

My stomach was already grumbling with the anticipation of the food Id ordered.

I ran my finger through my damp hair.

I swung the door open.

Just leave it outside the ... The words died in my throat as I saw the person at my door.

It was the last person Id expected or wanted to see.

My grip tightened on the doorframe, my knuckles turning white.