The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 101 101: Lycan power

Ramsey

I followed her scent and found her by a small secluded bench under the tall, arching trees, a distance away from the funeral hall.

She sat alone, her shoulders hunched with her face buried in her hands as she cried silently. I stood there for a second, staring at her hopelessly. I didn't know if it was wise to console her or to give her space.

Deciding I needed to give her space, I took a step backwards trying to walk as stealthy as I could so I won't startle her but suddenly, she looked up. The mont she saw , she rose to her feet, brushing away her tears and straightening her dress.

She didn't say a word, but the guarded look on her face said enough. She began to walk away but I chased after her, stepping into her path.

"Lyla… Wait! Please, don't go."

She let out a bitter laugh. "Why? Are you here to gloat? To remind that I don't fit in too or is it to arrest and keep locked up? What is it you want this ti around, Ramsey?"

My mind flipped with fear at her insinuations. For a mont, I felt so bad. But I tried not to show it. "I saw you leave the hall… are you alright?"

"Yes!" she said tersely. "Is there no reason I shouldn't be?"

"Of course not!" I shook my head. "It's just that, today is your father's funeral and as soone who has lost his parents, I know how overwhelming this can be and…"

"It's not overwhelming for , Ramsey," she stopped mid-sentence. "I'm not crying because I miss my father. I actually don't. I'm crying because I am so angry. I had to listen to everyone co up that stage with fake smiles on their faces painting a picture of my father that I don't know of. That's why I cried."

It was my turn to be surprised.

"Oh…" I nodded. "Ermm… surpising, honestly. I didn't expect that. I thought you were…"

"What do you want, Ramsey?" she cut short again, staring at coldly. "Why are you here and if it's because of your ssage through your Beta… forget about it. There's nothing left to say between us."

This wasn't going as I had anticipated. Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes search hers. "There's sothing I need to give you," I said reaching into my pocket.

I pulled out a small, erald chain, its delicate links glinting faintly in the sunlight. A simple charm dangled from it – a tiny, roughly made crescent moon. "Your father…he gave this to before he.. before he passed," I cleared my throat. "He asked to make sure you got it."

Her gaze flickered to the chain, her expression softening slightly as she recognised it. She reached out, hesitating before her fingers brushed the old charm. "I made this for him… when I was little… maybe 5 or 6," she murmured, looking up at . "It's old, I didn't think he would still have it."

"Well, he held onto it all these years," I said quietly. "While we waited for help and I held him… Even… even in his last monts, he rembered it, rembered you. I know you had a rocky relationship with your dad but he loved you, Lyla. More than you know. He was the only person he asked of you when he was dying."

She stared at for a few seconds before she looked away and snorted. "So? What is this piece of information supposed to do? Format the years of constant maltreatnt from him just because of so stupid neck chain and a charm I got from a cookie box? I don't know, Ramsey… my father had either grown senile at the ti of his death or you're just really ignorant about how loving my family had been; supposedly."

"How can your words be so careless?" I stared at her with shock. "You cannot seriously not miss your dad?"

"I don't…" she shrugged. "Why is it surprising to you? Anyways, thank you for spending his dying minutes with him," she snatched the necklace from pocketing it. "It's a relief to know he didn't spend it alone. I should go…"

"I miss you." the words left my lips before I could stop them. She paused and turned to face , arching her brows at . "gods! Lyla… I miss you so much that it hurts."

She raised her hand, stopping from speaking further. "Don't, Ramsey. The only reason why I'm still here having this conversation with you is because there's nowhere else to go but don't test my patience. You won't like the outco."

She turned to leave again.

"I an it, Lyla," Unable to resist any longer, I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around her from behind. I felt her stiffen but I didn't let go. "Four years," I whispered against her hair. "Four years and not a single day passed that I didn't think about you."

"Ramsey…" her voice wavered.

"Just hear out, Lyla… let speak, just this once." My arms tightened slightly. "I know I hurt you, I know I let you down when you needed the most. But rejecting you… it was the biggest mistake of my life."

Her hands ca up to grip my forearms, but whether to push away or hold closer, I couldn't tell. "Thank you for your kind words but I don't care. Now, will you let go or…" She lifted her hand, revealing a small spray can that she pointed at my face. "This is wolfsbane spray… just in a little concentration. It will not kill you but you'd wish it does. Choose…"

Surprised, my hold loosened and she wiggled out of it, and then turned to face . "I saw the lust in your eyes when you first arrived at the Funeral hall and even right now, I can tell there's an erection hidden under that layer of thick clothes…"

My ears reddened with embarrassnt. "It's – It's not what you think. I was just reacting to…"

"I know you want to sleep with so badly," she continued without letting speak. "That's why you've been so eager to see . You want to have one more ti, to see what it ans to fuck your ex-mate?"

"Lyla!" my eyes widened at her choice of words and the carefree way she seed to be using them.

"I don't know if you expected to fall over you and welco you with open arms but Ramsey… listen to carefully… we will never get back together. I hate you so much… I hate you more for what you did to my friend, Nathan, I hate you for how you enslaved my dad all because of your doggedness to find … not that it makes any different now that he's dead but my sister seems to think it was my fault…"

"That's not what happened…" I tried again but she ingored .

"The years didn't change anything for and nothing has changed between us. You're still the Lycan Leader and I'm still the defiant who can't shift."

"But I have changed," I took a step toward her. "I'm not the sa weak Ramsey who let others dictate his choices. I'm not letting you go again."

"Are you ready to break off your engagent with Cassidy?" she asked, staring pointedly at .

"C'mon, Lyla…" I sighed, "It's not that easy. It'll take a while… yes but… we can work on it and with you by my side…."

"I'll make it simple for you," she interrupted again. "Break up your engagent to Cassidy Thorne, seek Nathan's forgivness for what you did and mine too. Then maybe, I'll give you an audience but if you cannot… then this si the last ti we'd be eting in public and if you try to force …"

Lax snarled within … gaining control of my senses for a minute… before I could rein him in… I had crossed the distance between and Lyla and lowered my head, capturing her lips.