The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 238

Ramsey

I barely heard what the warrior shouted.

I kept digging, not minding my bleeding fingers from the effort. All I kept muttering as I continued to dig around her was…

"Stay alive, Lyla… please, stay alive."

Then…

A sound.

It was faint. So soft that, for a moment, I thought I had imagined it. But then it came again—a weak, muffled sound.

A whimper.

Everything in me went still; my entire body locked up, and my breath caught in my throat. Lyla!

I let out a raw, desperate growl, wondering why the first responders weren't here yet. "She's alive!" I shouted. "She's in there!"

The warriors who had been hovering around me with uncertainty immediately sprang into action. Several of them rushed forward, helping me dig while others retrieved tools to remove the heavier rubble.

The other responders who were called first also joined in, and they began to dig carefully and quickly at the same time. Seconds felt like an eternity. Every moment that passed without her in my arms was unbearable.

Finally, after what felt like forever, someone shouted, "I can see her legs!"

A renewed surge of energy flooded me,e and I clawed at the remaining debris with desperation, and then… her hand became visible enough for me to hold.

"Lyla," I choked out.

And continued digging around her, following the direction of her hand. In a few minutes, I was done digging and had managed to expose her head and other parts of her body. With the help of the warriors, we carefully pulled her out from under the rubble.

She was limp. Her body was covered in dust,t and her breathing was shallow. A thick gash ran down the side of her temple, and her temple and her hair were matted with dried blood debris and sand. Her clothes were torn, and her body was bruised completely.

I gathered her into my arms, cradling her against my chest as if I could shield her from everything, forgetting about the way my eyes were still spinning. My hands were shaking as I brushed the dirt from her face.

"Lyla," I whispered, my voice breaking.

She didn't respond.

Lax howled with agony; my instincts were screaming at me to do something. She was alive… but barely.

"Get the healers and the pack doctors!" Lenny shouted behind him, already motioning for them to come forward. I held Lyla tightly, rocking her gently, pressing my forehead against hers.

"You're okay," I whispered fiercely. "You're going to be okay."

But as I felt her shallow breathing against my skin, fear gripped me. Would she? Would she truly be okay? And more importantly… Had Nathan done this? How? How was he able to sneak into the White Moon Pack with explosives dangerous enough to bring an entire building down?

Our security was the best and the most reliable in the region, and I made sure of that. Then how on earth was he able to come so close to the heart of the pack to bomb us?

I was raging inside, but I restrained myself, for now, I needed to focus on Lyla's survival, but one thing was certain. Nathan would pay… in blood.

I was going to ignore his tantrums and even consider allowing them to function as an independent body of the White Mountain Region but still have us do trades together,r etc., but by this action, Nathan had shown me that I had misplaced priorities. While I've been broking for peace, he has been looking for every means to tell me that I was a fool.

Message passed.

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The wail of sirens filled the air as the ambulance sped toward the pack hospital. The scent of blood and burnt flesh lingered in the confined space, a grim reminder of how close Lyla was to death. I held her pale, motionless hand, my throat tight with emotion. Her pulse was weak, her breathing shallow, and despite the beeping monitors, all I could hear was the deafening silence of her slipping away.

I watched the paramedics work on Lyla's motionless form.

Without hesitation, Lenny shifted into his massive Lycan form, muscles rippling beneath silver-grey fur as he leapt from the moving vehicle. The ambulance doors slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone with my unconscious mate and the paramedics. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}