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."