The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 200 200: You're Mine!!!

Lyla

I stared at him, wondering if this was a ploy. Soon, so pack mbers or maybe Cassidy herself would jump out of nowhere and laugh at , claiming I had fallen for their trick.

He steadied on the ground, reluctantly letting go, although his hands were still wrapped around my waist.

"Don't look so surprised, Lyla," he said gently finally letting go.

The door to my room was still ajar, and this man… the last person I expected to see—was telling to my face that he was ready to let go of Cassidy, let go of his relationship, his duties, everything that had been an obstacle all along because of .

"What do you an you're not getting married tomorrow?" My voice ca out as barely a whisper because my mind still struggled to process his sudden declaration.

"I'm not getting married tomorrow," he repeated, his golden eyes locked on mine. There was no hesitation in his gaze, no waver in his voice. He sounded sure of what he was saying.

"I heard you the first ti," I replied. "Just, what are you talking about? What do you an?" I stamred, my heart was racing.

He took a step forward, his presence overwhelming my senses. With each step he took toward , I took one backwards until my back was pressed against the cool wall. Sowhere in the slow walk, he had closed the door.

I wanted to tell him to leave - I wanted to ask him to leave and never co back. I wasn't pissed, I wasn't even angry, I was everything but unhappy. But I hated that my body was automatically lting against him… I hated everything but, I was powerless. It was as if I couldn't function at the mont. All I wanted to do right now was…

I didn't know.

"I can't marry her, Lyla," his voice was husky, filled with an intensity that weakened my knees. My lower abdon pulsed with want but I ignored it. "Not every ti I close my eyes, all I see is you. Not when my heart has belonged to you since the mont we first t."

"D-Did you call it off or sothing?" I stuttered, trying not to think about his scent filling up my nostrils, sending warm tingles within . He placed one hand against the wall beside my head effectively caging and my breath caught in my throat.

The heat – his scent radiating from his body was intoxicating, making it impossible for to think straight. Our faces were inches apart, and I could see the flecks of green in his amber eyes.

"I've never stopped loving you," he confessed, his free hand coming up to cup my cheek. His touch sent electricity coursing through my veins. I found myself leaning into it. "Every decision I've made, every path I've taken – they've all led back to you."

My pulse quickened, and I instinctively backed up, trapped between the wall and him. "Ramsey, you're not making any sense. You're supposed to be married tomorrow. This – this isn't…"

"I love you!" he cut off, his voice was raw with emotions. "I've always loved you. And no matter how much I've tried to bury it, to convince myself I could move on, I can't. You're in my blood, in my soul. I was a fool for letting you slip through my fingers. For everything I did to you. I know words are not enough…"

"You hurt !" I interrupted him shaking my head. "That's all I can ever think about, and think of. You cannot hurt the person you love…"

"I'm not too late," he interrupted, practically lting into my body. His hand reached out, brushing against my cheek. I squird, fighting off a moan. "I should've fought for you sooner, but I'm here now. And I'm not letting you go."

My world tilted on its axis. Here was the man I'd dread about for countless nights, the one whose mory I'd tried desperately to erase. Yet sohow, he'd found his way back to , confessing the words I'd longed to hear.

"Ramsey," I began, "You can't just say these things now. You're too late and honestly, it doesn't justify your behaviour towards .

He leaned closer to , his lips were rely an inch from my ear, "How can I show you? How do I make it up?"

At this point, I didn't think we were bothered about the apology because right now, all I wanted to do was to ask him to kiss . I was no longer hearing what he was saying or understanding the words he was using. My hands trembled as they found their way to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat beneath my palms.

I tried to steady my breathing, but it was impossible. His touch, his voice, his presence – it was all consuming .

"Ramsey, we can't…" I tried again, but the words died in my throat when his forehead pressed against mine.

'"Tell you don't feel it," he murmured, his breath was warm against my lips. "Tell you don't feel this pull between us."

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stay strong. But the bond, the connection was undeniable. We kept squirming in each other's arms, daring the other person to move to make a first move. He was running his hand up and down my arm…our gazes t and I saw it as plain as day what he ant and what he wanted.

"I don't know,' I whispered, my voice had automatically gone to a whisper.

His lips curved into a sad smile. "You do know. You've always known."

Before I could respond, he closed the remaining distance between them. His lips brushed against mine, soft and hesitant at first, as if giving a chance to pull away. But I didn't. My breath hitched and I found myself leaning into him, my resolve crumbling with each passing second.

He didn't take it any further, he didn't try to deepen the kiss.

Unable to resist any longer, I lifted myself on my tiptoes, my fingers curling into the lapels of his jacket. Our lips t again, in a kiss that felt like hocoming after years of wandering. He responded imdiately, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull closer.

His mouth was all hunger and restraint breaking at the seams, and I couldn't help but grab his shirt to pull him closer. My fingers tangled in his hair, my body responding to him in ways I couldn't control.

"Ramsey," I gasped against his lips, my voice was a mix of protest and need.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "Tell to stop, Lyla and I will. I promise, I will but don't," he sighed softly. "But if you don't…" his voice trailed off…

How do you tell a man you want him in a way that by the ti he's done with you, your legs will be so jittery and you won't be able to walk properly? I was looking forward to my wedding night with Nathan because I haven't been with any other man since Ramsey four years ago.

I didn't say anything, I grabbed his wrist pulling him back to . Our mouths collided in a desperate, fiery kiss this ti around. There was no going back.

His lips moved against mine with a familiarity that made my heart ache, reminding of all the years we'd lost. Ramsey deepened the kiss, pouring years of longing and unspoken words into it. His hand slid from my cheek to the nape of my neck.

He stopped for a mont, resting his forehead on mine again, both of us were breathing heavily. His thumb traced gentle circles on my hip. His hands were slowly working the tie I made with the ropes of the robe I had on.

The thought that he would find naked underneath, made clasp my legs. My hand slid under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin and the hard planes of his chest. I pushed the fabric upward, loving the way his hands were roaming over my curves, exploring every inch of as if he was morizing all over again.

He pressed a warm kiss on my neck, pushing the robe aside to nibble gently on the exposed skin. He broke this kiss long enough to allow to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular torso.

"I've dread of this mont," he whispered, "goddess, babe!" he groaned, as my hand brushed against his hardness pressing against my thigh.

"The other ti we made love, Ramsey," I murmured, eting his gaze. "You rushed … now I want you to make love to , slow and long."

"You know how long I've been waiting to do this?" he murmured, his knee parting my legs. He swept my hair off my neck, holding still. "You're going to take every inch of tonight..."

"You're mine!"