The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 221

Nathan

I stood behind the heavy wooden desk in one of the small rooms behind the Blue Ridge meeting hall, scanning last-minute documents that required my attention.

I could hear voices and scattered laughter coming from the meeting hall filled with Alphas from both the Southern and Western Regions – their presence today marked my growing influence.

They were all waiting for my arrival. I loved it… I loved being in charge, I loved being worshipped, this power suited my palate so much. Whether or not it would be difficult, I didn't want to know. All I wanted was to have all the regions in my pocket.

I wasn't worried about the Eastern and Northern regions – they had the smallest and scantiest packs. Getting them over to my side would take a few hours only. Aside from that, I was seething with anger.

I was angry with myself, with Ramsey, with Lyla. News of her and Ramsey being all over the place, displaying their affection in public was on the front page of every news outlet both online and offline.

Despite it's been a month since our ill-fated wedding, both of them have been going strong and from what I've gathered, they would be married anytime soon but that would be over my dead body. Before I allow Lyla to marry Ramsey, I would be buried six feet under the ground somewhere.

Until then, I have to make sure I keep him busy and there's nothing that Lycans hate the most when they feel their power stead is about to shift. I will make sure, Ramsey is too busy to be in love.

There was a soft knock on the door before it opened and my father entered gesturing to my Gamma and other advisors present in the room to leave. They filed out silently, closing the door behind them, and leaving us alone in silence.

"I need to speak with you," he started.

Our relationship has been strained these past few weeks. My father had gone out of his way to avoid me even though we lived in the same house and preferred to spend his time alone in the forest every day.

I kept my gaze on the papers in front of me. "Then speak."

He came closer. "I want you to allow me to feed Miriam. I tried earlier, but the guards refused, saying they had direct orders not to let anyone see her or feed her."

I ignored him, my pen scratching against the parchment as I signed the last document, the only sound in the room aside from the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. I could feel my father's eyes on me as he waited but I kept mute.

"Did you hear me?" he tapped the desk.

I finally looked up a bored expression on my face. I nodded my head once, slow and deliberate. "I heard you, Dad." Before straightening to my full height straightening my jacket and meeting his eyes again. "I have no intention of feeding Miriam. She's not eaten for what? Three days… I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Five days," he responded quietly. "If Lyla knows you're starving her mother, she will not be happy. She will never accept this."

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room as the Alphas leaned forward, their expressions growing darker.

I continued, revealing a new set of figures. "This is their latest demand – they say it is a collaboration, an agreement or whatever but they demand every werewolf pack should send one thousand warriors while contributing only five hundred of their own." I paused, letting the implications sink in.

"They claim this is fair and that one Lycan equals two or three werewolves but aren't they the seat of power? Isn't it their responsibility to protect us? Yes, we can contribute but according to our strength and not based on what they think it should be. And yet, they still expect our loyalty. They still expect us to serve."

I turned back to face the room. "In case you don't know, the so-called Dark One we've been fighting that had plagued us for years, the same one we've spent resources over and over again has one solution and that's the Moonsinger and guess what, she is a Werewolf. She's one of us guys. The odds are in our favour and not them."

"But we heard she lost her power," one of the Alphas said.

"She didn't!" I responded. "Lyla Woodland – the daughter of late Alpha Logan's daughter who I was supposed to marry did not lose her powers. She is not just a Moonsinger, she's a two-tailed wolf. Do you know the extent of the powers she carries?"

"But she's mated to the Lycan Leader. Where does her loyalty lie?"

"With us," I said vehemently. "She's only with the Lycan Leader against her wish. It was because of him that she left our world to the human world four years ago, to escape the tyranny of Ramsey Kincaid but that is not a problem. Lyla is for us."