The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 27 27: A visit to Blue Ridge Pack

Ramsey

Warning [Mature Content]

It was my turn to be surprised. "Y-You knew about that?"

"C'mon, Ramsey," Lenny scoffed "You went into the Northern forests for her, no woman can make you do that except your mate and I also know you rejected her which I think was hasty. There must be a reason for her inability to shift. She's not like an Oga or a Gamma. Her parents are Alpha blood."

"That's not true…" I stuttered.

"Don't complicate things, Alpha," he said softly "I know everything and I've been waiting for you to say sothing about her being your mate, but since you didn't, I thought I shouldn't bring it up, but giving the situation on how everything turned out, I had no choice. I believe that we should look into Lyla more."

"What are you driving at?" I asked staring at him strangely.

"Ever heard of a wolfless Alpha before? That's what doesn't add up. There must be a reason she cannot shift. I think you should talk to her parents. See if they know anything that could explain all this. Sothing is going on with Lyla – the Ferals didn't suddenly appear, I checked and they showed up here when she ca to the White Mountain Region. Suddenly, they disappeared exactly one week after she left. You're Alpha – maybe her parents will tell you sothing useful."

My mind raced, connecting dots I hadn't seen before. Could there be more to Lyla than t the eye?

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"I think we should invite her parents for an official eting. There must be so backstory. They might have information we don't," Lenny proposed.

I shook my head. "It'll draw eyebrows if they suddenly co here. I'll go to them. I'm tired of hiding my condition from my grandfather and hiding from Cassidy too. This will give a good excuse to leave the pack for a few days and the fresh air might do good."

Lenny nodded. "I'll make the arrangents ready imdiately. You need any break you can get. You already look like hell."

As Lenny left, I paced my room, suddenly feeling invigorated. Lyla's scent had helped a lot and had made much better than I was when I left the healer's quarters. My gaze strayed to the box that had the scarf, I crossed over to where it was and opened the box again.

Without thinking, I pressed it to my nose, inhaling the rich scents that filled . A short while later, I decided to go take my bath. I stripped off my clothes, but before I could reach the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.

I froze my senses on high alert. It was certainly not Lenny, he never knocks. Plus, I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, especially not in my current state.

The knock ca again, more insistent this ti.

"Ramsey? It's Cassidy. I know you're in there, can we talk?" she called out from the other side.

My heart sank. Cassidy.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening in frustration. What did she want? Our engagent announcent was set for the end of the month. A week and three days away. Why was she here now?

Lax growled for the first ti in days. "Don't open the door, I don't want her scent on us."

My eyes flicked to the door, debating whether to answer. I knew she wouldn't leave until I did. But Lax was right. Her scent, once neutral to , now irritated . It was nothing like the scent I craved – Lyla's.

"Don't" Lax warned again. "She's not our mate."

"I'm busy, Cassidy," I called out "Let's talk later."

I heard a huff of frustration, followed by retreating footsteps. I sighed and opened the bathroom door. My mind drifted back to Lyla, and a deep ache settled in my chest. What would it take for to have her scent near again? If only I could figure out why she couldn't shift, maybe – just maybe- we could be together without hiding.

"Lax!" I murmured, "I want her more than you can imagine. If you can figure out a way to make her shift, I won't hesitate to make her ours. I swear."

I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my aching body. As the steam filled the room, my mind wandered to Lyla's scent and I imagined her soft lips brushing against my skin, her body pressed close to mine as I kissed every inch of her.

Desire flooded through as I let myself rember the swell of her breast, the way she had arched when she had been under . My hand moved over to myself as I gave in to the fantasy.

My breath hitched as I stroked myself, heat pooling in my gut as I imagined her here with . I groaned, running my hand up and down my shaft, coating it with the clear liquid that had seeped out of , imagining it was Lyla's wet juices.

I stroked harder, placing my hand on the wall for support, as I pounded into Lyla in my mind, watching her twist and turn with want. The fantasy overwheld , consuming as I felt my body reaching for my release. My pleasure reached its peak, and I growled out her na like a plea.

I wanted her, needed her in ways I couldn't fully understand. Lax howled in agreent, pushing further into the fantasy, into the heat of our imagined connection. As the water continued to pour over , I surrendered to my want, allowing myself to forget – if only for a mont – the unbearable pain of our separation.

~~~

Two days later

The convoy of sleek black SUVs rolled into Blue Ridge Pack territory, our arrival causing a stir among the warriors on duty.

As we approached the Blue Ridge Packhouse, I felt my heart pounding with dread and anticipation. I was here to see Lyla's parents but I hoped I would see Lyla, even if it was just for a second.

Since my last conversation with Lenny, Lax had grown increasingly restless. I was getting a bit better and the potions from the pack healer seed to be working but no amount of potions or distraction could ease the longing I felt. And now, here I was, under the pretence of eting her parents.

The vehicles finally ca to a stop and I stepped out, flanked by Lenny and a dozen warriors we had travelled with to avoid suspicion. Waiting for us outside the pack house was Alpha Logan, his wife and his other daughter, Clarissa. She had no resemblance to Lyla.

Alpha Logan ca forward with unease and dipped his head in respect.

"Lycan Leader," he greeted cautiously. "This is … an unexpected visit. What brings you to our pack? To what do we owe this honour?"

I had anticipated this question but now that it was ti to respond, the answer sounded foolish to . I hadn't fully planned what I would say and the reason that had made sense while on the way suddenly felt la. Was it even worth admitting that I was here for Lyla? Did I want them to know she had once been my mate?

"Your daughter, Lyla, where is she?" I said finally. "I've co to see her."

A flicker of surprise crossed Alpha Logan's face, followed quickly by an exchanged glance between him and his wife. Their daughter shifted uncomfortably behind them.

After a long pause, Alpha Logan spoke, his voice trembling slightly. "Lycan Leader, whatever wrong Lyla has done, we beg of you - please spare our pack." "We knew sothing was amiss when she returned ho a few days ago, claiming you let her go but we had no idea. If she's caused any offence, we'll make ands. But please, don't hold it against us."

My brows furrowed in confusion as I raised my hand to silence Alpha Logan's pleas. Why would they think I was here to punish their daughter? And why wasn't he begging on her behalf but for the pack?

"Lyla has done nothing wrong," I said sharply, struggling to keep the emotion out of my voice. "I'm here because…" I trailed off, suddenly realizing I had no prepared excuse for my visit.

Lenny must have noticed I was blanked and stepped in smoothly as he often did when things beca overwhelming for .

"Lyla was wounded by a Feral in the Northern forests near the White Mountain Region a few days ago. The Lycan Leader is here to inquire about her well-being."

"Attacked by a Feral?" Luna Vanessa spoke up, her voice trembling as her hand flew to her mouth.

Alpha Logan blinked rapidly, while Lyla's sister who had been watching with narrowed eyes, now looked stunned.

"A Feral?" Alpha Logan echoed in disbelief. "We… we were not aware that she was attacked. We had no idea."