The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 36 36: The Panther encounter

Lyla

"What?" my eyes widened as my heart began to pound again. "What did you say?"

"That table is asking for you and Mrs Grayson," Sarah repeated eyeing strangely. "Are you fine though, you…"

"Why?" Nanny cut her off, "What do they want?"

Sarah shrugged, clearly just as puzzled as us. "They didn't say. They insisted I call the manager and also ask Lyla to co."

I and Nanny exchanged worried glances, both of us feeling a knot of unease settling in the pit of our stomachs.

"Why are we even afraid?" Nanny scoffed speaking in our native tongue as she leaned towards . "It's not like we did anything and you don't have to worry either, they don't seem like they're from Blue Ridge."

I nodded, I wanted to tell her about the weird feelings I have been getting by just staring at both n but I pushed it aside. We had a business to run, after all.

"Well," Nanny switched to English, straightening her apron. "Let's see what this is about."

As we made our way across the café to Xander's table, I tried to steady my breathing. I could feel a strange pull toward Xander, the sa way I had felt today when he had sat next to . Unlike his father, it wasn't fear… it was a strange attraction – the drooly type. It was as if an invisible thread connected us, tugging at my very core.

When we reached the table, Xander's face lit up with smiles. "Lyla!" he exclaid, flashing a disarming smile. "I didn't know you worked here. I was just telling them you're my classmate."

I gave the newcors a hesitant smile, wondering why Xander felt the need to say that. He was making it sound like a family introduction.

"Yeah, I've been working here for a while."

Before the conversation could go any further, Nanny, cut in with a businesslike tone. "What can we do for you?"

Xander's father – Mr Dupree, sitting across from him, smiled at Nanny's directness. "We were wondering if you could handle a large takeout order for tomorrow morning – cakes and coffee for about thirty to fifty people."

The woman next to him nodded, her perfectly manicured nails tapping on the table. "We're having a celebration tomorrow morning. We thought starting them off with coffee and cakes would be lovely."

The woman turned and reached into her designer bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to Nanny. "Here's what we had in mind."

Nanny took the list, her eyes scanning it. The items were nurous from the snippets I could see and the order needed to be ready by morning. She sighed softly and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, but this is a pretty long list for such short notice. If the event were later in the day, we could manage, but by morning? It's not just possible."

The three newcors at the table exchanged glances, as disappointnt flickered across their faces. The woman sighed and nodded. "That's understandable. I am a dummy for thinking this can be done in a blink of an eye. I know I should have placed the orders ahead of ti."

Nanny, seeing their crestfallen expression, quickly added. "There's another café across town that specializes in large orders like this. I'd be happy to give you their information."

"Really?" the woman turned to Nanny with eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much."

"Don't ntion," Miriam chuckled. "I'll go get their card, give a mont," she turned and started going back to the counter.

Seeing that I wasn't following her, she paused and asked in a stern voice. "What are you doing, Lyla? Let's go."

"Actually," Mr Dupree raised his hand as if to stop . "I was hoping I could talk to Lyla. Do you have ti?" he asked staring at .

I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the request. I hadn't expected, Mr Dupree to single out and the sense of unease I'd been feeling all evening spiked. Before I could respond, Miriam stepped forward, her voice tense.

"And why do you need to speak to her?" she demanded narrowing her eyes.

Mr Dupree raised an eyebrow, amusent dancing in his eyes. "My, you're quite concerned about her, aren't you?"

"Because I am her mother," Miriam replied, giving him a cold look.

Mr Dupree's expression shifted, softening with a hint of sympathy as he rose to his feet and bowed slightly towards her. "Ah, I see. My apologies if I caused any concern."

Extending his hands towards Nanny, in a gesture of peace, he said. "I'm Xander's father. Xander just joined Lyla's school and they've gone quite far in their curriculum. I was wondering if Lyla could tutor Him. I've spoken to their teachers and they highly recomnded her. Money is not an issue."

I blinked, caught off guard by the request. I hadn't expected that, though the idea of tutoring Xander felt slightly pleasing to and I couldn't tell why.

Miriam eyed Mr Dupree warily but nodded. "We'll think about it and let you know."

With that, the conversation ended. I and Nanny made our way back to the counter before the three people who had joined Xander's table left. As I resud serving other custors, the strange feeling was back. Occasionally, I would look up at Xander and our gaze would et.

I was making conscious efforts not to walk over to him. As closing ti reached, I started cleaning up. Wiping down tables, mopping the floors and wiping down the machines. Xander and his father were the only custors left and since we wanted to be polite, we just cleaned our way around them.

Sarah left earlier, so I had to take the trash to the dumpster out back. Finally, with the floors swept and everything in place, what was left for was to take out the trash bags and I'll be done for the day.

I hefted the two large trash bags and headed for the back door the cool night air washed against my skin as I closed my eyes, loving the change from the stuffiness inside.

I had just tossed the bags into the dumpster when a low growl froze in place.

"Well, well." A familiar voice drawled from the shadows. "Hey, look it's our friend."

I spun around, my heart hamring as I recognized the shifters from before only, they were just three now. They erged from the darkness; their eyes glowing in the dim street light. They blocked my path and their leader from before ca forward.

"Looks like the little bitch got lost, again," he sneered "Or maybe you're a wolf – aren't you? Where is Daddy now? Call him to save you."

"Go ahead!" another voice teased "Shout for him to co save you."

My eyes darted to the café's back door. It was too far. I'd never make it even if I make a dash for it. Plus, these n were Panthers… they were fast.

"I don't want any trouble, gentlen," I said trying to keep my voice steady "You don't want anything from . I am poor and broke and my body is riddled with incurable diseases. So, just let go back inside and I promise, I won't breathe a word of our encounter to anyone,".

Their leader laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, but we do want trouble. You see, we have a ssage to send to that new Alpha in town. And you, little bitch is going to help us deliver it. Tell him we don't like his kind around here and that this town belongs to us now,".

"I don't know him like that," I said quietly, my eyes darting back and forth as I tried to assess the situation. "You should send him the ssage yourselves. I doubt he'd ever listen to ,".

"Really?" their leader mocked "Just tell him anyways. I have a feeling he might be into you,".

"I don't want any trouble," I said slowly backing away from the light.

"We shall see," they crooned in unison their teeth pulled back in glee.

Suddenly, their leader lunged forward with such speed before I could react. Instinctively, I reached for the discarded broom leaning against the wall – it wasn't much but it was better than nothing.

I swung the broom with all my might catching the first shifter on the face, montarily stunning it. But there were more, and they were faster, stronger.

Just as the second one tried to lunge at , Mr. Dupree's voice ca again, he didn't sound pleased.

"I thought we already settled this…"

When I turned, he was at the entrance of the alley and this ti he had Xander with him. The Panthers snarled, backing away but still poised for a fight.

"Take Lyla and go!" Mr Dupree said to Xander who nodded and reached for my hand.

"C'mon, let's get out of here!"

As we sprinted lightly to the back door, just before the door closed, I saw Mr Dupree rush towards the panthers – moving with inhuman speed and grace… he struck the first panther, sending it flying into a pile of crates, scattering the bottles in all directions.

I gasped and turned only to see Xander staring at with amusent in his eyes.

"C'mon," he said "My dad hates it when people stare too much."