The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 235

Lyla

As soon as I returned the Feral to its cage, I sped through the packlands towards the pack building, my heart was hammering against my ribs. As I ran, I tried calling Ramsey. Thankfully, his line went through but there was no response.

I knew he was far and sending a mindlink might not be easy to get, I tried and was still met with no response. I burst into the lobby of the office building, searching frantically. The corridors blurred past me as I searched for Lenny. I barely noticed the curious glances of the pack members, nor did I care. Right now, all I wanted was answers.

I could still hear Xander's voice echoing in my head: "Choose, now!"

A shiver ran down my spine, and I forced myself to push forward. I finally spotted Lenny near the entrance to one of the conference rooms talking to a group of warriors.

"Lenny," I called out.

He turned quickly, the smile on his face died and immediately shifted from casual to concerned the moment he saw my face. I didn't slow down as I reached him, without hesitation, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the side, away from the others.

"Where is Ramsey?" I demanded breathlessly. "I know you know what's going on. Just tell me the truth, Lenny. Where's Ramsey?"

Lenny frowned. "Lyla, calm down. Let me explain."

No!" I cut him off, shaking my head furiously. "Tell me the truth, Lenny. I don't care if it's bad news. I don't care how terrible it is, just…," my voice cracked and my eyes burned with unshed tears. "Just tell me. Please, Lenny."

He reached for me, trying to offer comfort but I noticed his hesitation and the flicker of something in his eyes. Something he wasn't saying. The hesitation was enough to shatter the last shred of composure I had. My breathing became erratic as I paced in circles, my hands clutching at my chest.

The panic attack was taking hold, making the world around me spin.

"I knew it," I whispered. "I knew something was wrong. He hasn't called. He hasn't responded to my mindlink…"

"Lyla, please calm down," Lenny said gently, stepping forward, but I backed away.

I felt like I was suffocating, my chest was so tight… I felt hemmed in, the room, suddenly felt dense and without oxygen. My hands went to my chest, trying to steady my breathing but it wasn't working.

"Lyla?"

That voice. It was deep and familiar. I froze and whirled around, my vision blurring as I saw the tall figure standing at the other end of the hallways. It was him. Ramsey.

I turned to Lenny who was standing next to me watching me strangely. "Do Lycans make an appearance to the ones they love after dying?"

"He's not dead, Lyla. That's Ramsey. I was trying to tell you that he came back some minutes ago and has been looking for you," Lenny murmured.

I turned towards Ramsey again, he looked whole and unharmed. A strangled sob tore from my throat as my knees gave out. I crumpled to the floor, as violent sobs wracked through my body. He was here. He was alive.

Before I could process it, Ramsey was kneeling in front of me gathering me into his arms and pulling me into a firm embrace.

"Shh, baby, I'm here," he murmured against my hair as his strong hands stroked my back. "When I arrived, they said you'd gone for a walk. I had to handle something urgent at the office before coming to find you."

My fists pounded against his chest weakly. I clung to him at the same time, sobbing uncontrollably. "You – why…" I hiccupped between words. "Why wouldn't you take my calls?! Why wouldn't you mindlink me?!"

He caught my hands in his, pressing them against his heart. "The negotiations with Nathan required complete mental shields. I'm sure he had people monitoring all channels of communication and any leak could have compromised everything and he would have known we were onto him. I had Lenny relay information in the safest way possible. I had to block all external connections, even our bond."

His eyes were filled with regret. "I'm sorry baby. I should have found a way to warn you."

I sniffled, burying my face against his shirt. "You could've just sent something."

"I know," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my hair. "I'm sorry."

My body finally stopped shaking, though my fingers still gripped his jacket like I was afraid he'd disappear. He pulled back slightly and without a word, scooped me up in his arms and carried me bridegroom style to his office.

We settled on the leather couch, I curled in his lap as the last of my sobs subsided. I sat there for a long moment until finally lifted my tear-stained face. Our eyes met and without thinking, I closed the distance, pressing my lips to his.