The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 95 95: Which is it?"

Nathan

My father imdiately moved to stand between us, bowing down politely to acknowledge his presence, sothing I didn't bother with. What is the worst thing that can happen to that hasn't happened before?

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife as both of us stared at each other. I could feel Ragnar stirring in annoyance within , he hated Ramsey and I hated him more.

"Lyla is not here," I said breaking the silence and began stacking the files in front of , still holding his gaze.

"I didn't co to see, her," he said calmly. "Can you spare a few minutes?"

"Then did you co to arrest again? Maybe kill this ti around?" I taunted with a cold stare. "Which is it, Lycan Leader?"

His face remained impassive. He drew one of the chairs and settled on it, crossing his legs as he looked up, giving a pointed stare.

"We need to talk."

I was boiling with anger. The fact that he was no longer trying to hide his rudeness irked so much that I wanted to reach out and wipe the smirk on his lips. Still, I composed myself. I shouldn't let myself get riled up by him.

"Perhaps another ti. I have a eting now," I stared at my wristwatch, gathering the stacked files. My father remained in one corner of the room, watching us without saying anything.

"It's about Lyla," he said quietly ignoring my excuse. "About our partnership. About everything."

At the ntion of Lyla's na, my control wavered slightly. My gaze flickered to my father, who understood my unspoken request and moved toward the door.

"I'll be right outside if you need ," he said, his gaze resting on Ramsey before leaving.

The office fell silent as both of us sized each other up. These four years in the dungeon had changed my perspective about people like Ramsey who had taken up a pseudo-act like a big, bad wolf when underneath, he was a softy and I am not afraid of him.

"Well?" I finally said, finally drawing the seat opposite him. "Talk."

"I didn't co here to fight, Nathan," he started quietly, that pointed expression still on his face. "So you can relax. Congratulations, by the way, I heard you're now the new Alpha of Blue Ridge. Send an invitation to the coronation."

"Skip the bullshit, Ramsey… why are you here and what is it about Lyla do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"How long do you intend to keep her away from ?" he rose from his seat and crossed to the other side of the room, towards the small kitchenette and grabbed a bottle of water. "Eventually, we will have to et, I hope you realize that. But keeping her away from all because you're angry at sothing I did…." He shook his head. "I just don't understand."

"She's a grown woman now who can make decisions about if she wants to reconnect with her ex-mate. Besides, we've been too busy to talk about you. She's staying at my place, for the ti being, you see."

He broke the seal of the water bottle and gulped down its entire content. When he finished, he tossed it into the bin at the corner, without looking at it and returned to his chair, an amused smile on his face.

"Is that little information supposed to make jealous, Nathan? Is that how insecure you are that you need my validation that bad? Is that what this is all about?"

I knew if I continued bantering words with him, I would lose my cool and that was his intention.

"Listen, I don't have ti for long chats. If whatever it is that you ca back for isn't important. I'm afraid, I'll have to leave you now. I'm busy as I ntioned earlier."

He nodded, taking in a deep breath. "I realized that I over-played my hand and…" he cleared his throat noisily "Trampled on your right by using my authority. I shouldn't have locked you up for four years. I was wrong and I apologize."

I stared at him, wondering how to react to his half-baked apology. "First of all, I don't know what this is but whatever it is… can you please stop. I'm really not interested in your apology or wait…" A smug glint flashed through my eyes as I regarded him. "Is this regarding the renewal of the business alliance between Blue Ridge Pack and Dynasty Group?"

I chuckled, stroking my chin. "Lots of offers had already started pouring in several months ago, at least from what I saw going through the archives of Alpha Logan "And the benefits are attractive. It's not for certain if we would want to continue doing business with your pack."

"These alliances are the little ways we can all stay united, Alpha Nathan," he said quietly. "But if you prefer to do business with packs abroad, then I have no intention to stop you. I just wanted to let you know that we would be willing to continue the partnership once the current one elapses."

I nodded scoffing. "You ca to apologize to to set the record straight but you didn't even say how sorry you were. How you wasted four years of my life in the dungeon and you want to just forgive you and move on like nothing happened?"

"I was hoping for that," he nodded. "It'll be too much, maybe, but that is our issue. You're not supposed to mingle and these things. Except you want to give the impression that you're the kind of person that seeks revenge."

I was more stunned than I was angry.

Ramsey's display of rudeness knew no bounds.

"I've heard," I decided not to argue with him again. "There are still a few months left before the expiration. I'm sure we'll reach an agreent by then. Well, if that's all…" I rose to my feet and he did the sa.

"How's Lyla?" he blurted out, adjusting his shirt awkwardly. "How is she taking the news of her father's death?"

"Why are you so concerned about her, Alpha Ramsey?" I glared at him. "You rejected her, rember? Move on with your life and stop hanging around her like a flea."

"I'm not!" he sighed tiredly "I would have gone to the pack house too before coming here but I didn't want to startle her."

"You made the right choice. She doesn't want to see you. I thought she made it clear to your Beta. She's no longer bound to you. Let her go."

His jaw tightened. "Maybe. But I still have a right to see her."

"You don't have any rights where she's concerned, Ramsey. You lost that privilege the mont you tried to manipulate her for your gain."

The desperate look on his face faded, getting replaced with a dark gaze. "Careful, Nathan… you don't want to offend and commit another cri."

I squared my shoulders, holding his gaze. "Lyla is under my protection now. If you lay even a finger on her, Ramsey, you'll regret it."

For a mont we stood in silence before a thought ca to my mind.

"Listen, how about you let her go, stop chasing after her and I'll renew our contract with Dynasty Group for as long as you want."

"You're asking to give up my mate?" he snarled, glaring at . "I can't do that, Nathan. I did not endure four years without her to give her up to another man."

"You're planning to get married, Ramsey… are you even listening to yourself? Except, of course, you want to break off your engagent with Cassidy Thorne and marry Lyla…"