The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 115 115: Revenge is tiresome

Ramsey.

The High Priestess had to leave because it was ti for her afternoon devotions but she promised to co back afterwards, to finish up the conversation.

My gaze flitted to Lyla… although she was trying to wear a brave smile, I could see the sadness in her eyes.

"You need to rest, I'm sure there's provision for us in the pack. We should go," Nathan muttered, placing his hand on the small of her back, already guiding her towards the door.

But before they could leave, I mustered courage and approached them. I t Lyla's gaze with a pleading look of mine. "Please," I murmured "I need to speak with you."

Nathan as usual tensed, inserting himself between and her. "What else do you want to tell her, Alpha Ramsey? You want to bla her more?"

"Stay out of this, Nathan… for once, can you just sit back and do nothing? This is between and Lyla."

Before he could respond, Lyla placed a gentle hand on his arm.

"It's fine," she assured him. "I can handle him."

Nathan turned, cupping her face as he gazed at her tenderly. "Are you sure? Who knows what he'll bla you for this ti around?"

"Probably for being careless and losing my powers but I'll be fine. I was expecting this anyway," she responded with a small smile.

Nathan nodded and pulled her into a hug, kissing her forehead before he pulled apart with a sigh as if he didn't want to leave. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

Although he didn't talk to directly, I knew the threat was for . I waited until he was gone before I turned to face Lyla. Lax howled inside , begging for contact between and her but I rembered the way she had moved away from monts ago… she must hate so much.

"How are you holding up?" I asked quietly. "It's a lot to comprehend, right?"

"Not really," she shook her head. "I already knew what I was and the power I had. To say the truth, it's a big relief to that I don't have it anymore. I wasn't planning on becoming a hero or saviour to this world. That kind of life is not for ."

"Why – why do you say so?"

She chuckled… "This is a formality to , Ramsey. Everything that happened today, I really do not care. If I leave and go back to my life, the Ferals won't attack anyone and even if they do… I'm sure there'll be other solutions. You heard the high priestess say all the Moonsingers lost their power and as much as I'm dying with curiosity to know how it went afterwards, It's soothing to know this has happened before, so I won't be taking on any form of responsibility."

"So… you'll leave us to our fate?" I asked.

She nodded inhaling deeply. "I don't plan to leave my life as a Moonsinger or whatever na it is. Back in the human world a lot of people are waiting for – friends from college, friends from the office who get worried if I co fifteen minutes late, neighbours who despite the fact that I was cold to them in the beginning, still drop off apple pie now and again…"

She trailed off, clutching at the hem of her skirt tightly. "To , those are my people. The ones who want genuinely. Here, the only reason why I am suddenly important is because of this stupid singing ability – despite that, they still think I am not qualified enough."

"If this is about what my grandfather said earlier, I apologize. It was a bit cruel and…"

"A bit?" she scoffed interrupting . "I'm done putting up with excuses of any form. I'm sick of hearing apologies for sothing that is not my fault. I don't care if the Ferals attack and kill everyone…"

I stiffened. "Lyla…you don't an that?"

"But I do!" she smiled. "You lot have done nothing but ridicule all my life. Complained about my pheromones, complained about not having a wolf. You rejected because you didn't think I'd fit into your tiny world and you expect to actually co back and help… why? Why should I be responsible for the people who have shown nothing but hate all my life?"

"Lyla…"

Tears gathered in her eyes now.

"You know, I started therapy at one point and I was so damaged that I knew I would not heal, no matter what approach I used or the different kinds of professionals I go to. That is how much I was wounded emotionally. So I made up my mind to always leave. I think revenge is tireso but leaving is superb. When soone offends , I don't try to talk it out, I just let them go and forget…life moves on."

I stared at her, trying to understand… hoping this was a joke but the fierceness in her eyes was the only proof I needed to know she was serious.

She rose to her feet, adjusting her clothes. "By the way, thank you for not allowing the elders to bring here against my will, Nathan told and also for defending earlier. It was nice to see that you have a soft spot for ."

"I've always had," I said quietly. "You can't leave, Lyla… please. The fate of our world rests in your hands. Think about your mother and your sister…"

"My mother hates … my sister well…" she shrugged daintily. "We have our sisterly monts now and again but there's no deep connection. Except for Nathan, you all should deal with the Ferals yourselves. Once Nathan's coronation is done… I'll leave. There's a guy in my office… Paul… I think he likes and we'll go on a date as soon as I get ho."

"Lyla…" I tried to reach for her but she moved away from . "Let make this right, please…"

"For what you did to or on behalf of the entire world?" she cocked her head at , giving a wide grin.

I took a deep breath, trying to still my racing heart.

It was not or never, I had to get the weight over my shoulder. Here goes nothing...

"I love you," I declared becoming bolder. "I love you, Lyla…and I need you. I always have though it took a while to figure that out but… I swear I love you."