The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 38 38: Why is your scent all over the place?

Lyla

Sothing is happening to – I think I am going crazy.

I keep hearing voices in my head, coupled plus the dreams where I am a soldier fighting in a man's body. It was the sa thing over and over like I'm stuck in so ti loop.

I spun the lock on my locker, musing over what to do with myself. I had asked Nanny for interpretation but she told the dream didn't make sense and that it could be the psychological effect from my past traumas.

But I've cut off everything that linked to this supposed emotional trauma and these days, the only thing that gave butterflies was Xander. After that event with the Panthers, Mr Dupree ca to the café for three straight nights with the sa tired expression and the sa pleas for to tutor Xander.

He seed desperate though I couldn't figure out why. It was on the last day that Nanny had agreed after listening to a sob story from Mr Dupree.

"Xander… he gave us a lot of trouble back at the pack. Since his mother died with his twin brother. He beca so difficult to control and I had to leave before he got into so trouble and would be thrown into the holding cells forever. You know how our laws can be."

A tear had rolled down Nanny's eye at the end of his story and she'd agreed. Every day, Xander would et at the café by 3 and I would tutor him for 2 hours. With each passing day, he seed a little more open, a little more comfortable. Even Mr Dupree no longer gave the creeps.

I found myself looking forward to our study session, not just because I enjoyed helping him but because I enjoyed his company. Xander seed like a pro version of my friend, Nathan who stopped texting back. We shared small monts of laughter, snippets about his past and his pack and more than once, I caught him glancing at longer than necessary.

Just as I was done selecting textbooks for the next class, I sensed soone approaching. I felt him before I saw him - a shift in the air that made my heart skip a beat. I turned, a small smile playing on her lips as Xander ca to stand beside .

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes eting mine.

"Hi!" I replied uncounsciously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, closing my locker softly. "What's up?"

He leaned against the adjacent locker, his eyes boring into mine. "Just wanted to know where we'd be holding lessons today."

I turned to face him, imitating his posture. "Actually, I have the day off from the café today. How about you co over to my place? We can study there, it's quieter and it'll be fun."

He raised his brow at . "And your mom is cool with that?"

"Of course, why wouldn't she? It was her idea to have you co over," I scoffed leaning away from the locker and started moving towards my class.

"It's just that she always looks at suspiciously at the Café. I'm worried that she thinks I'm a bad person."

"It's normal for mothers to worry about their children, after all, I'm a hot girl and…" I caught myself before the rest of the words ca out of my mouth and turned to Xander who had an amused smile on his face.

"I don't know why you shared that but… What ti should I co by?"

I bit my lip, my face burning with embarrassnt. I tend to say really nasty things in front of Xander these days. "Maybe around four? That gives enough ti to sort things out before we start."

"Four it is. See you later, hot Lyla," he snickered before turning and walking down the hall as the bell rang, signalling the start of the next class.

Later that afternoon, I stood in the kitchen, setting out a few snacks for the study session. I was nervous, though I wasn't entirely sure why.

Nanny suddenly poked her head into the kitchen a soft smile on her lips. "You ready for your…" she trailed off coming inside, a mortified expression on her face. "Is that makeup you have on?"

"What!" Guilty flooded my cheeks as I swiped at my red lips "My lips were a little too dry earlier and…"

"I knew it!" Nanny sighed "I shouldn't have agreed to let you tutor him at ho. You're already wearing makeup for him and look at that slutty dress you have on. Are you planning to seduce him or was this his idea?"

"Of course not!" I shouted looking now at the bodycon dress I had on. "Fine, I'll go change. I just wanted to look different for a start."

"Look different by changing your entire look. I think you should cancel today's tutoring. Who knows what he'll do if he sees you like that?"

"He's not that kind of person, Nan. Xander is a proper gentleman. All the girls in school have the hots for him but he doesn't look at them. If anything, he's easygoing"

"I don't care," Nanny said, her expression growing colder. "Easygoing? That boy's quieter than a shadow, and it's quiet people like him who do the most evil. You think I'm going to leave you looking like this with him?"

Before I could protest, the doorbell rang.

"That should be him!" I said a little too breathless, rushing towards the kitchen door.

"Go upstairs and change into sothing decent and longer. I'll see him in."

"I'm 19, Na…" The rest of my words dried on my lips as she shot a glare. Without another word, I trudged up the stairs. When I ca back down, he was in the living room, talking to Nanny.

"It's a lovely place, Mrs Grayson," he comnted looking around.

"Thank you!" Nanny said coldly and was going to say more when I entered the room and cleared my throat. Xander turned to a smile on his face lting the annoyance in my heart.

"Hey!" he smiled.

"Hi!" I replied with a wider grin, feeling Nanny's gaze at us. She keeps forgetting that I was 19. "Are you ready to dive into so thrilling academic pursuits?"

He laughed, making the tension in my shoulders ease. "Oh absolutely!"

We moved to the dining table and dove into our lessons straightaway. Nanny hovered for nearly 45 minutes before she inford us loudly that she was going to the café and she'd be back in the next 15 minutes.

"That was very tense!" Xander chuckled "I thought you said she was cool with us studying in your house?"

"She was," I sighed "Must have changed her mind. "Do you want a snack?" I offered, pushing the bowl towards him.

He nodded and selected a cookie. "It seems you've never brought a boy ho?"

"At this point, I might die an old maid if she's reacting to you like this!" I sighed. "Let's get back to work, who knows she may have hidden caras watching us."

We worked through problem sets and essay outlines having a little laugh here and there and small conversations. As I continued teaching him, I found myself watching Xander when he was focused on a particularly challenging problem.

The furrow of his brow, the way he absently chewed on his lower-lip – I couldn't seem to look away. I was suddenly intrigued by him.

At one point, our hands brushed as we both reached for the sa textbook. A jolt of electricity seed to pass between us and I looked up to find Xander's eyes locked on mine. For a mont, the world around us seed to fade away, leaving only the two of us. My eyes drifted to his lips. The urge to kiss him was overpowering, heat pooling inside .

Lyla, are you alright?" his voice snapped back to reality. I blinked, realizing just how close were were.

"Oh! I'm sorry," I stamred, pulling away quickly. My heart raced as I moved back to my seat. "You have really beautiful eyes," I blurted grabbing his test paper. "Since you're done I'll look at it."

"Hey!" Xander reached out, gently catching my hand as he took the paper from . "We've been studying for a while. Let's take a break instead."

Reluctantly, I followed him to the couch in the living room, sitting down with a conscious effort to maintain so distance between us. My heart raced and I didn't understand why I suddenly felt so drawn to him.

As I fidgeted, Xander leaned towards , reaching out to pluck sothing from my hair. Our faces were inches apart again. This ti, I couldn't resist . I leaned in and kissed him, my lips eting his with a sudden, overwhelming impulse.

When we pulled apart, I jumped to my feet, my cheeks burning. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I wasn't thinking. It's just that, your face was so close to mine and…"

Xander ca to stand in front of , an unfamiliar glint in his eye as he reached for my hands, tugging towards him.

"Lyla… are you in heat?" he asked softly.

My eyes widened. If I was in heat I would know. There was always a warning. "No, of course not!" I stamred.

"Then…" His leaned in closer, his lips on my ears. "Why is your scent all over the place?"