The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357: A perfect union...

Lyla

I never thought a Joining Ceremony could be planned in less than six hours, but here I was, sitting in front of a mirror while Clarissa applied the finishing touches to my makeup. The other women bustled around us, fussing over every detail of Ramsey’s mother’s joining gown that now hung waiting for me.

The day had passed in a whirlwind after Ramsey and I reconciled. He’d taken me straight to Elder Eldric to share the news about the babies. Our visit to the pack hospital confirmed what I’d suspected—I was exactly twelve weeks along. The ultrasound images of our tiny twins had made both Ramsey and his grandfather tear up with joy.

When we’d mentioned getting married tomorrow, Elder Eldric had waved us off with a dismissive gesture. "Nonsense," he’d declared. "I’ll handle everything. You’ll be joined before nightfall."

And somehow, impossibly, he’d made it happen.

"There," Clarissa said, stepping back to admire her work. She placed her hands on my shoulders and smiled at our reflection. "You look absolutely beautiful, Lyla."

I studied myself in the mirror, hardly recognising the radiant woman staring back at me. Clarissa had enhanced my natural features with subtle makeup that made my eyes sparkle and my skin glow. My hair was swept up in an elegant style with small white flowers woven throughout.

"Thank you," I whispered, touched by all the effort everyone had put into making this day special.

The joining dress was breathtaking. Made of ivory silk with intricate beadwork that caught the light, it had belonged to Ramsey’s mother. The women had somehow managed to alter it to fit me perfectly in just a few hours. As I slipped into it, I felt connected to the women who had come before me—the Luna who had worn this dress, who had stood before the moon and pledged her heart to her mate.

I couldn’t stop staring at myself in the mirror. The dress transformed me into something ethereal, something worthy of the powerful man waiting for me.

A gentle knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "It’s time," Nanny’s voice called softly.

My heart fluttered with anticipation as we made our way outside. The sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. Elder Eldric had chosen the perfect timing—we would be joined as day turned to night, under both sun and moon.

I stepped out of the car carefully, Clarissa immediately rushing to arrange my train. The joining ceremony would take place in the Sacred Grove, a circular clearing in the heart of our territory that had been used for important pack ceremonies for generations.

Ancient oak trees formed a natural canopy around the space, their branches intertwining overhead like a living roof. Hundreds of fairy lights had been strung between the trees, creating a canopy of stars even before the real ones appeared. White silk ribbons fluttered from every branch, and the ground was scattered with rose petals that made a soft carpet leading to the altar.

The altar itself was simple but beautiful—a natural stone formation draped with more white silk and surrounded by arrangements of white roses, baby’s breath, and trailing ivy. Candles in tall glass holders flickered along the perimeter, their warm light dancing across the faces of our pack members who had gathered to witness our union.

Every person we cared about was there. Our warriors stood at attention in their dress uniforms, while the women wore their finest gowns. Children peeked out from behind their parents, eyes wide with excitement at the fairy-tale scene.

Nanny appeared at my left side, elegant in a deep blue dress I’d never seen her wear before. On my right, Luna Vanessa took her place, stunning in midnight purple silk. Both women had insisted on walking me down the aisle together—Nanny because she was my birth mom, and Luna Vanessa because she raised me.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Nanny asked, offering me her arm.

I nodded, taking a deep breath as the traditional joining music began. A group of pack musicians played old melodies on instruments that had been passed down through generations—flutes that sounded like wind through the trees, drums that echoed the heartbeat of the earth.

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