The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 250

Neriah

He took a slow step forward, closing the distance between us. His scent filled the air…

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

My breath caught in my throat. How did he know? How could he see through me so easily? What did he say about me being brave enough to listen?"

"I…"

"You don't have to lie." His voice was smooth, and low, like velvet dragging against my skin. "I could feel it."

A shiver ran down my spine, but I couldn't look away.

"What are you?" I heard myself asking again. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to ask him.

He tilted his head, his smile flickering – half amusement, half something darker.

"I'm… many things." He took another step closer, and this time, my feet automatically backed away until my back hit the rough bark of another tree. His fingers brushed along the edge of my hair, feather-light. "But none of that matters right now."

My heart was pounding so hard, I was afraid he could hear it. The air around us felt charged, humming with something dangerous… something forbidden.

"Corvus…" I whispered; his name rolled off my tongue like a secret.

The man leaned in slightly, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. "Neriah," he whispered. "My honeybee…"

My lips parted. Something about this man, about his name, sent a strange ache through my chest – like I'd known it long before I ever heard it. There was this connection I felt…I couldn't explain it. Couldn't put it in words.

"I shouldn't be here," I whispered, more to myself than to him.

"No, you shouldn't," his eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. "But you came anyway and that's because you feel it too."

His voice was a lure, pulling me deeper into something I didn't fully understand. I ignored the pull and tried to focus on him.

"What are you doing in these woods? What's this history between you and my father? Why were my father's elite warriors chasing you? He only uses them for severe situations – mostly life-threatening. Are you a dangerous man, Corvus?"

His smile faded, just a little.

"I've been waiting for you, Neriah. I wasn't expecting hugs and kisses but you ask too many questions of answers that I cannot give you. Questions you may not want to know the answers to."

I didn't hear the rest of what he said. My mind picked only the first sentence.

"For what?"

He arched his brow.

"Why have you been waiting for me? For what?"

His gaze dropped to my lips before flicking back up to meet my eyes.

"For you."

I sucked in a deep, shaky breath and for a heartbeat, the whole forest seemed to fall silent – as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Something was happening here. Something dangerous.

"I should go," I whispered again. My heart was slamming against my ribs.

"Then go."

But he didn't move. He didn't step back and neither did I.

My fingers clenched against the bark behind me, my fingers clutching at the bark. My spirit was restless, the familiar urge to sing suddenly seized me. I found myself making conscious efforts to clamp my mouth and to avoid singing.

What is this?

It was like he was made of something… wrong. Something broken. Yet every instinct in my body was pulling me closer.

"I don't even know you," I said breathlessly.

"Not yet." His fingers brushed against my wrist, trailing slowly up the inside of my arm. His touch was feather-light, but it left burning sparks in its wake. "But you will."

His eyes locked on mine – staring at me intensely and it felt like he was peeling back every layer I had.

"You'll know me in ways no one else ever will, Neriah."

My throat dried.

"I can't. I have a mate…"

Why did I just say that? Why was I explaining myself to a total stranger that I had a mate when the question was just as harmless…

"You can…" he interrupted my thoughts.

His fingers ghosted along my jaw. I found myself leaning into his touch, closing my eyes and erupting pleasure sounds. My eyes flew open in shock and I found him staring at me. As I made to move away from him, he held my jaw firmly, tilting my face slightly toward him.

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