The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 225

Clarissa

The disbelief turned to rage, boiling so fast I felt it surge through my veins. "You're sending me back? What do you take me for, Nathan? A useless object you no longer need?"

He sighed, still staring at the mirror. "Whenever I need you, I'll send for you."

I took a step in his direction and lunged at him, my hand striking his chest as rage surged through every part of my body.

"You bastard! You think you can just throw me away when it's convenient for you?!"

He caught my wrists with ease, holding me in place. His grip wasn't rough but it was strong. His eyes locked onto mine.

"The maids are watching, Luna Clarissa. What will they say when they leave here? That our almighty Luna was fighting with her mate?"

"You started this first!" I yelled. I was past caring. My name was already a favourite topic among the domestic in the entire pack. How would this make a difference? I tried to hit Nathan again, but he caught my hand again, pulling me closer to him, so I was directly on his heat.

Then he leaned in.

So close that our breaths mingled.

"Either this…" his voice was dangerously low, barely a whisper against my skin. "…Or rejection."

I froze.

The ultimatum hung heavily in the air between us. My mind raced with the implications of both choices. Rejection from an Alpha meant more than just the end of our marriage – it meant exile, shame and the loss of everything I had ever known.

My mother would be devasted, our family's standing – my father's legacy in the pack would be damaged. I searched Nathan's face, hoping for something – a bluff, a lie, anything that would prove he didn't mean what he was saying.

But Nathan was serious.

Dead serious.

Rejection.

The word echoed in my mind like a death sentence wrapped in a single breath.

He was giving me a choice, but both options felt like losing.

The maids began quietly moving towards the closet next to our room and began opening drawers and closets, preparing to pack my belongings. Each soft rustle of fabric and click of hangers felt like another nail in the coffin of my dreams.

Maybe I should have just let him have me last night. I should have considered I was not his choice. Our marriage was just a month old and this?

I looked up again at him, searching for any hint of the man I thought I knew, the one who had seemed so different from other Alphas. But all I found was coldness. This was no bluff – he was fully prepared to follow through with either option.

I swallowed, my throat burning as I whispered, my voice trembling despite my effort to remain strong. "You wouldn't. You can't do this. The council won't allow it."

His expression didn't waver. "The council approved this arrangement this morning. There's a memo regarding it in your mail, I'm sure. They agree since your mother had just had a difficult birth, she would need all the help she can get and right now, given everything that's happening, that I would not need the distraction of my mate. But don't worry, we live a walk away from each other. We're practically neighbours."

I stared at him unable to put into words what I felt at the moment. I couldn't believe he had already arranged everything, probably while I slept peacefully beside him, unaware that my world was crumbling.

The reality of my situation began to sink in – this wasn't a nightmare I could wake up from, but my new reality.

The housekeeper cleared her throat softly. "Luna, shall we begin packing your personal items first?"

I closed my eyes, fighting back tears of humiliation and rage. When I opened them again, Nathan had already turned away and was putting on his shoes as if this were any other morning, as if he hadn't just delivered an ultimatum that would change both our lives forever.

I walked up to him again, looking for something… anything.