The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 8 8: Rejection

Lyla

My head was still reeling from the near-death experience of having one of the most shattering orgasms I've ever had while a small smile played on my lips.

Alpha Ramsey was my mate… fated to by the Moon Goddess… finally, I wouldn't have to bother about my damning heat cycles… I had a mate now… and he wanted as much as I wanted him too. I clung to him, my heart swelling hoping that he was on the sa page as .

No wonder he had co for .

I felt him pull away from , disentangling himself without a word. I watched him with a satisfied smile as he rose to his feet and reached for his discarded clothes. That was when I snapped back to reality.

Why was he leaving already? Aren't we supposed to cuddle and at least talk about what has just happened?

"You're leaving?" I asked, my voice filled with disappointnt.

He ignored —instead. His expression hardened, turning cold as he adjusted his clothes. He didn't look at , didn't say a word as he fastened his belt and straightened his shirt. I felt the warmth of our shared mont evaporating, replaced by the mask of indifference he had on now.

"Ramsey…" I whimpered, hating the way my voice felt so small, like a kitten's.

He finally turned to , a bored expression on his face.

"Get dressed," he said curtly, "And leave ten minutes after I do. Just make sure you're not seen."

I blinked, confusion and hurt washing over , my eyes widening in shock. "What? Ramsey… we just…"

"Alpha Ramsey!" he growled coldly. "Stop calling Ramsey… I am your leader!"

I bit the insides of my cheeks, trying to stop myself from crying. "Is that it?" I asked, struggling to understand. "After everything that just happened… you're just going to walk away?"

"It was nothing," he cut off, his tone harsh. "Just instinct, nothing more. You were in heat, and I… I lost control…" he turned his back to , adjusting his collar. "But this doesn't change anything."

I scrambled to my feet, grabbing my clothes with trembling hands. "You said… you called your mate. You marked ," I stamred, pointing at his mark on my neck that was still fresh and sore. "I heard you, twice! Alpha… you can't just pretend this didn't happen."

He didn't respond imdiately, but when he did, his words were like ice.

"I don't care what you heard. Fine… let's say you're my mate and I marked you, but it doesn't matter–makes no difference. You have no wolf, Lillian…. and I can't have a wolfless mate. You're not fit to stand beside … you don't fit into my world."

Tears prickled at my eyes as I looked up at him, my chest tightening with every word. "It's Lyla…" I bristled. "My na is Lyla… not Lillian."

He rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw and for a mont, sothing flickered in his eyes, - regret, maybe, but it was gone as soon as I saw it.

"Lillian, Lyla, … it's all the sa thing," he retorted.

A tear rolled down my cheek, and I swiped it furiously. "So that's it? You're just going to use to satisfy your needs, mark and then toss aside? Why did you even mark in the first place if you don't want ? Now you've ruined my chance of getting soone else."

"I did you a favour, Lyla…" he scoffed. "I saw how needy you were… how much your body wanted to be fucked so badly. You can stay here with … I will take care of your needs but don't expect anything more. I can't and won't be with you."

Anger flared within , my fists tightening at my sides. "You're cruel, Alpha Ramsey," I said, my voice shaking with a mix of hurt and defiance. "You may be the Lycan Leader, but you're still a coward. So, hurry and reject already."

His eyes flashed, but he didn't respond. He simply turned on his heel and walked away. Every step he took felt like a slap to my face., like I was nothing more than an afterthought.

Anger and pain welled up inside , burning hotter than the heat that had driven into his arms monts ago. Before I knew it, I was chasing after him, my voice trembling as I called out.

"Ramsey, wait!" my voice wavered, but I pushed forward my bare feet in the garden sand. He stopped but didn't turn. I reached out, grabbing his arm, but he pushed away, shaking off as if I were dirt that clung to him.

"I don't understand," I whimpered again, feeling miserable. "Why are you doing this to ?"

I heard him sigh as he turned to face . "Lyla, this was nothing more than a mistake. What happened between us cannot and will not change anything. I am not a prince charming that will swoop in and save you. This is not a fairytale."

My heart twisted at his words, each one feeling like a dagger was plunged into my heart.

"A mistake? We're fated mates, Ramsey… even though I didn't know, I felt the pull towards you too, and I've never felt like this with another man," my voice croaked, filled with the raw vulnerability I'd tried so hard to hide. "Why are you pretending this ant nothing?"

He clenched his jaw, the harsh line of his face hardening. "Because it doesn't. We were caught up in the mont. Nothing more. Sothing so fleeting can't tie down," his tone was flat as if rehearsed with each word, feeling like they were carefully chosen to wound .

"That fleeting mont led to this." I pointed to his mark on my neck. "You don't have to treat like this," I pleaded, my voice dropping to a whisper. "I deserve better than being your dirty little secret."

He stood and watched for a mont without saying a word, but then his expression shifted again, growing colder, more detached.

"I will make arrangents. Two moons from now, I'll be taking Cassidy Thorne as my mate. We were betrothed as children and I broke it off 6 years ago, but now I see I was foolish. We would make great mates."

"What about ?" I asked, desperation in my voice.

"As for you, Lyla, you'll stay here. You're still my mate—fated to , and I feel responsible for you. I'll make sure you're taken care of—your needs, your comfort, everything."

I stared at him, trying not to bawl. "You an…you want to say here while you marry soone else? And what? Be the little toy you co to when you're bored?"

His gaze flickered with annoyance. "You're more than that," he said curtly, though his tone lacked conviction. "You're my mate. It cannot be helped and I'll see to it that you're provided for. All your needs …."

"All my needs?" I interrupted, my voice rising with fury. "You an sex. That's all this is, isn't it? You think you can just keep here to use whenever you want, while you parade around with Cassidy on your arm like the perfect Lycan Leader."

I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the garden. The sun was setting, catching the deep red highlights in his hair.

"You don't want a mate, Ramsey. You want a convenient outlet for your lust. A puppet you can control, and I refuse to be that for you."

His eyes narrowed as he took a step closer.

"You're overreacting, Lyla. This is the best arrangent for both of us. Would you rather go back to your family and be shad constantly when I can give you everything? I'm offering you security, protection…."

"Security?" I scoffed, stepping back. "You call this security? You're trying to buy my silence with material things and expect to be grateful? I'm not so desperate stray you can just throw scraps at, Ramsey. I may be a wolfless deviant, but I have my dignity."

My voice trembled, but I didn't back down. "You can have Cassidy. You can have your perfect little life with your perfect little wife in this perfect pack. But I won't be here, waiting in the shadows for you to rember I exist."

I turned, forcing myself to walk away even as every step felt like walking on shattered glass. I knew that if I stayed a second longer, I would break down, and I refused to let him see that way.

Not again!