The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 200

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Lyla co 

I stared at him, wondering if this was a ploy. Soon, some pack members or maybe Cassidy herself would jump out of nowhere and laugh at me, claiming I had fallen for their trick. 

He steadied me on the ground, reluctantly letting me go, although his hands were still wrapped around my waist. 

“Don’t look so surprised, Lyla,” he said gently finally letting me go. 

The door to my room was still ajar, and this man… the last person I expected to see–was telling me to my face that he was ready to let go of Cassidy, let go of his relationship, his duties, everything that had been an obstacle all along because of me. 

“What do you mean you’re not getting married tomorrow?” My voice came out as barely a whisper because my mind still struggled to process his sudden declaration. 

“I’m not getting married tomorrow,” he repeated, his golden eyes locked on mine. There was no hesitation in his gaze, no waver in his voice. He sounded sure of what he was saying. 

“I heard you the first time, I replied. “Just, what are you talking about? What do yo stammered, my heart was racing. 

mean?” I 

He took a step forward, his presence overwhelming my senses. With each step he took toward me, I took one backwards until my back was pressed against the cool wall. Somewhere in the slow walk, he had closed the door. 

I wanted to tell him to leave – I wanted to ask him to leave and never come back. I wasn’t pissed, I wasn’t even angry, I was everything but unhappy. But I hated that my body was automatically melting against him… I hated everything but, I was powerless. It was as if I couldn’t function at the moment. All I wanted to do right now was… 

I didn’t know. 

“I can’t marry her, Lyla, his voice was husky, filled with an intensity that weakened my knees. My lower abdomen pulsed with want but I ignored it. “Not every time I close my eyes, all I see is you. Not when my heart has belonged to you since the moment we first met. 

“D–Did you call it off or something?” I stuttered, trying not to think about his scent filling up my nostrils, sending warm tingles within me. He placed one hand against the wall beside my head effectively caging me and my breath caught in my throat. 

The heat – his scent radiating from his body was intoxicating, making it impossible for me to think straight. Our faces were inches apart, and I could see the flecks of green in his amber eyes. 

*I’ve never stopped loving you,” he confessed, his free hand coming up to cup my cheek. His touch sent electricity coursing through my veins. I found myself leaning into it. “Every decision 

you.” I’ve made, every path I’ve taken they’ve all led me back to 

– 

My pulse quickened, and I instinctively backed up, trapped between the wall and him. “Ramsey, you’re not making any sense. You’re supposed to be married tomorrow. This this isn’t…” 

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“I love you!” he cut me off, his voice was raw with emotions. “I’ve always loved you. And no. matter how much I’ve tried to bury it, to convince myself I could move on, I can’t. You’re in my blood, in my soul. I was a fool for letting you slip through my fingers. For everything I did to you. I know words are not enough. 

“You hurt me!” I interrupted him shaking my head. “That’s all I can ever think about, and think of. You cannot hurt the person you love…” 

“I’m not too late, he interrupted, practically melting into my body. His hand reached out, brushing against my cheek. I squirmed, fighting off a moan. “I should’ve fought for you sooner, but I’m here now. And I’m not letting you go.” 

My world tilted on its axis. Here was the man I’d dreamed about for countless nights, the one whose memory I’d tried desperately to erase. Yet somehow, he’d found his way back to me, confessing the words I’d longed to hear. 

“Ramsey, I began, “You can’t just say these things now. You’re too late and honestly, it doesn’t justify your behaviour towards me. 

He leaned closer to me, his lips were merely an inch from my ear, “How can I show you? How do 1 make it up?” 

At this 

todo didn’t think we were bothered about the apology because right now, all I wanted 

to ask him to kiss me. I was no longer hearing what he was saying or understanding the words he was using. My hands trembled as they found their way to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat beneath my palms. 

I tried to steady my breathing, but it was impossible. His touch, his voice, his presence – it was all consuming me. 

“Ramsey, we can’t…” I tried again, but the words died in my throat when his forehead pressed against mine. 

“Tell me you don’t feel it, he murmured, his breath was warm against my lips. “Tell me you don’t feel this pull between us.” 

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stay strong. But the bond, the connection was undeniable. We kept squirming in each other’s arms, daring the other person to move to make a first move. He was running his hand up and down my arm…our gazes met and I saw it as plain as day what he meant and what he wanted. 

“I don’t know, I whispered, my voice had automatically gone to a whisper. 

His lips curved into a sad smile. “You do know. You’ve always known” 

Before I could respond, he closed the remaining distance between them. His lips brushed against mine, soft and hesitant at first, as if giving me a chance to pull away. But I didn’t. My breath hitched and I found myself leaning into him, my resolve crumbling with each passing 

second. O 

He didn’t take it any further, he didn’t try to deepen the kiss. 

Unable to resist any longer, I lift 

myself on my tiptoes, my fingers curling into the lapels of his jacket. Our lips met again, in a kiss that felt like homecoming after years of wandering. He 

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responded immediately, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. 

His mouth was all hunger and restraint breaking at the seams, and I couldn’t help but grab his shirt to pull him closer. My fingers tangled in his hair, my body responding to him in ways [ couldn’t control. 

“Ramsey, I gasped against his lips, my voice was a mix of protest and need.