The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 227

Nathan

"It would be whatever I say it is, Miriam. That shouldn't bother you."

"And if I refuse?" she stared at me defiantly.

"Maybe I might pardon you and let you go if you take back what you said the other day. You might not be sent back to the dungeon."

She paused, smirking as though she recalled something deliciously wicked.

"Oh, you mean when I said you're nothing but a power-hungry mongrel who'd sell his own mother for a taste of power? That being an Alpha heir wasn't enough for your greedy soul, so you had to manipulate and scheme your way to the top by killing the father of my child, deserting my daughter on the wedding altar and trying to play god?"

She paused, taking in a deep breath. "Is it this one?"

"And oh... don't pretend like you didn't know that would happen. You've always known everything about Nathan, you knew something like that would eventually happen. Lyla will know eventually."

I stared at her for a few minutes and shook my head, straightening. I would get rid of Miriam but not now. I still needed her. She was vital for my coronation since Lyla wasn't here.

"Enjoy your meal. Get cleaned up and rest. We'll talk more later," I said as I was turning away.

As soon as I reached my office, I was greeted by an explosion of colour and sound. The room was filled with decorations. Streamers hung from the ceiling and a massive banner across the wall read:

"Happy Birthday Alpha Nathan!"

My staff stood in the centre, smiling from ear to ear while my father stood beside them, holding a large cake with glowing candles.

I froze.

For a split second, my heart melted and I wished Lyla was here. She never forgot my birthdays. While I had been away from the pack, she never did and was always the first person to wish me a happy birthday.

I had forgotten today was my birthday and that my father – of all people – had remembered. Every year, he always forgot. Most times, he would think it's a day before or a day after or won't remember at all.

For a moment, nostalgia hit me but I shook my head, smiling at them.

"Blow the candles, Alpha!" someone cheered.

I exhaled slowly, then stepped forward. I stared at the flames for a brief moment before blowing them out in one breath. The room erupted into applause and cheers. My father clapped me on my shoulder.

"Happy birthday, son."

I nodded, offering an almost reluctant smile. I accepted the gifts from the staff before going into my office. I had barely put the gifts away when my father followed me inside, closing the door behind him.

"Thank you," he said.

I frowned, looking up. "For what?"