The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 240

Ramsey

There was a long pause before I recovered and chuckled.

"C'mon, I know Nathan can be anything, but association with the Dark One or being the Dark One is pretty steep."

"Well," Caius shrugged. "I've looked into a lot of things aside from just the video evidence. Blue Ridge pack is the only Werewolf pack that was not directly hit by the ferals. The one time they had an incident was during the burial ceremony of Alpha Loga,n and it's safe to assume that it was because of the Moonsinger."

Now that Caius had mentioned it, Blue Ridge has never really been hit by the Ferals. "I don't know how to react to this. I agree that his video does look strange,ge but we cannot just conclude. Accusing someone of being the dark one is a strong allegation."

"I'll try to bring more evidence, Alpha. Besides," he lowered his voice, ice, "Something is troubling me about Nathan's time in our dungeon."

"What do you mean?" I asked, instantly alert.

"Four years is a long time… long enough to forge an alliance among our people, plant seeds of doubt and do whatever he wants to do." Caius's eyes had darted around as if to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "I remembered my father mentioning to me casually that Nathan was having it too easy. He had almost no restriction except he was confined."

"Your point?" I asked.

"For him to have coordinated Alpha Logan's death from inside the dungeons… it suggests a network, planning and resources. Who knows what else he might have orchestrated and what he's capable of doing? There is no single record of ammunition or strange faces coming in or leaving the pack…"

"Are you saying he has allies amongst our people?"

"Or he might have planned all of these things ahead of time and used the Harvest Moon to finalize them. My gut instincts tell me so," Caius said.

Gammas, unlike other creatures, were built specifically for warfare, so 90% of the time, they're always sure of things like these. But the suggestion that Nathan had been in the dungeon planning to lay siege sent ice through my veins.

"You think there are more plots we don't know about?"

"With your permission, I'd like to investigate the guards who served at the dungeon during Nathan's imprisonment. There might be connections we've missed."

"Go ahead," I agreed and was about to leave when Caius placed a hand on my arm, making me pause and turn to him.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It would be best if Lenny isn't informed of this conversation I just had with you right now."

I was taken aback. "Lenny? My Beta? Why the hell not?"

Caius looked pained, as if he'd rather say something else than what he was saying at that moment. "It's not that I don't trust him. But… he's also among my suspects."

"Your suspects? Does Lenny look like someone who will be controlled by someone like Nathan? It seems you do not know him."

"But he had direct access to him and visited him at least thrice a week,k, and aside from that, he went there on days not designated and asked the guards not to put it on record. Thankfully, my father always has someone planted in things like that who takes a different reco, rd, and he said Lenny visited Nathan several times and asked all the guards to leave the cell."

That was news to me. My heart shook with fear for a mom, ent but I tried not to let it show.

"The point here is, until I gather evidence first, I would not make any accusations. I'm sure there might be reasons why he did that, and I wouldn't want to wrongfully implicate your Beta."

I was reluctant to have him do that to Lenny, but finally, I agreed. As we stood there in silence, a nurse approached me. Her eyes were wide with relief, and I allowed myself to hope.

"Alpha," she greeted when she came closer. "Your Luna is awake and is asking for you."

I followed the nurse immediately, reminding Caius I needed an hourly update. As I approached her room, I pushed aside all the troubling thoughts. I needed to focus on my mate first. Everything else could wait.

When I walked in, Lyla lay propped against white pillows, looking fragile but alive – wonderfully, miraculously alive. At least the colour was returning to her pale cheeks. When she saw me, her face lit up, and she stretched a trembling hand toward me.

"Ramsey," she whispered. My name on her lips broke something inside me.

In three strides, I was at her bedside, taking her hand in mine and pressing tiny kisses to her knuckle, breathing in her scent beneath the antiseptic and blood before carefully gathering her into my arms.

"You scared me," I murmured against her hair. "I thought I'd lost you."