The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 310

310 Homecoming...

Lyla POV

I paced back and forth across the lounge area of the pack house, my frustration growing with each step. Across the room, Caius lounged in an armchair, watching me with that infuriating smile on his face.

"You can wear a hole in the floor, but it won't change anything," he said, his tone light and unbothered.

"You lied to me," I snapped, spinning to face him. "You were supposed to take me to White Lake."

Caius shrugged. "I was supposed to keep you safe. Those were Ramsey's orders."

"So this whole time, you were never planning to help me reach White Lake?"

"Not even for a second," he admitted without a trace of remorse. "The moment we were out of sight, my job was to bring you straight back here."

I resumed pacing, my hands clenched at my sides. For the past twenty-four hours, I'd been effectively under house arrest. Caius refused to let me leave the pack house, and the former Ferals, whom I thought were my allies, turned out to be my jailers.

Nanny entered the reception area, her face bright with excitement. "They're coming! The scouts have just reported that Ramsey's convoy is crossing our borders. They've won!"

My anger temporarily subsided, replaced by a sense of relief. "Everyone's okay?"

"There were casualties," Nanny said, her expression sobering. "But they defeated Nathan's forces. He escaped with only a handful of followers."

That news should have thrilled me, but I couldn't fully celebrate. Not when I'd been tricked and confined while others fought and died.

"How long until they arrive?" I asked.

"Any minute now," Nanny replied, moving to organise the healers waiting to tend the wounded.

Caius rose from his chair, stretching lazily. "See? Everything worked out. Ramsey handled Nathan without you needing to risk your life seeking the help of the warriors from White Lake Pack."

I shot him a withering glare. "This isn't over. You don't know the full prophecy, Caius. We still have to face Xander and his goons. This is nothing compared to the Great War, and Nathan is still out there."

"One battle at a time, Moonsinger," he replied, unfazed by my anger.

The sound of engines approaching drew everyone's attention. I moved to the window, watching as a convoy of vehicles pulled into the courtyard. Warriors poured out, many bearing injuries, but all moving with the pride of victory.

16:00

Healers rushed forward to assist the wounded. I scanned the crowd anxiously until I spotted him—Ramsey, climbing out of the lead vehicle. He looked exhausted, with a bandage across his wrist and dried blood on his clothes, but he was alive. He wore a tired smile as he directed his warriors.

I wanted to run to him, to both embrace him for surviving and berate him for his deception. But with dozens of eyes watching, I restrained myself.

When he finally entered the reception area, his eyes found mine immediately. Something passed between us—relief, love, and a complexity of emotions that would need privacy to untangle.

He crossed to me, taking my hand without a word. A simple nod to Caius and Nanny was the only acknowledgement he gave others before leading me upstairs to his quarters.

The moment the door closed behind us, I opened my mouth to unleash my frustration. But before I could speak a single word, Ramsey pulled me against him, his lips finding mine in a desperate, hungry kiss.

All my anger melted away as his arms encircled me. I could feel him trembling slightly—from exhaustion, relief, or both. His hands moved to frame my face, and when he finally broke the kiss, his eyes were intense with emotion.

"You tricked me," I said, but the accusation lacked the heat I'd intended.

"To keep you safe," he replied, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks. "I couldn't fight Nathan while worrying about you walking into a trap at White Lake."

"I thought I might not see you again," he whispered.

"I'm not some fragile thing that needs protection," I argued, even as I leaned into his touch. "I'm a Moonsinger."

"And my mate," Ramsey countered. "Which means I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from harm, even if it makes you hate me."

I sighed, resting my forehead against his chest. "I could never hate you. I wish you'd trusted me with the truth."

His arms tightened around me. "Next time, I will. I promise."

"To keep you safe," he replied, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks. "I couldn't fight Nathan while worrying about you walking into a trap at White Lake."

"I'm not some fragile thing that needs protection," I argued, even as I leaned into his touch. "I'm a Moonsinger."

There was a desperation in the way he held me, something almost fearful that I couldn't quite understand. Something had happened during the battle—something beyond defeating Nathan's forces.

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