The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 263

Nathan

It was almost evening when I finally pushed back from my desk. The office was dimly lit – because I had asked the maids to bring down the curtains. I didn't want distractions while working - only the golden glow of the lamp illuminating the stacks of documents I had been drowning in for the past few hours.

The day had dragged on endlessly—meetings, phone calls, and mountains of paperwork regarding the acquisition of Shadow Moon Pack -Luna Vanessa's brother; Late Alpha Regan's pack - had taken more time than I expected, and alongside it, other urgent matters demanded my attention.

They were all important, all necessary, but my mind remained fixated on one thing: Lyla.

Earlier today, I had been in the middle of a meeting with investors, when I'd felt it – that unmistakable pull. The voice in my head which had been silent for a while suddenly came alive. These days, I barely heard from my wolf, Ragnar. The voice had whispered urgently.

Go. Drive to the Northern Forest. Now.

At first, I ignored it. I was in the middle of important negotiations. But the voice had persisted, demanding I leave immediately.

And so, when I finally got the chance, I listened.

True to my instincts, the moment I pulled up at the Northern Forest, I saw her—Lyla.

She emerged from the trees. Despite how rough she looked and how her clothes looked like she had escaped a rogue's rampage, there was this glow about her that I couldn't quite place.

I had a lot of questions. First, what was she doing alone at the Northern Forests? Was this a ploy by Ramsey to trap me? Or was this the Moon Goddess delivering her straight to me?

But most important now was, I could finally have my coronation. For a few days now, I've delayed my coronation. First, on the day of the supposed coronation, I came down with a strange illness that made the entire pack staff sleep until it was almost evening. Second, the items that needed to be used for the coronation had all been destroyed.

We wanted to rush it after waking up but everything had been destroyed, from the coronation ground to the materials that would be used for it. To make matters worse, no one had an idea who could be responsible.

Also, the Alphas were beginning to grow cold feet. Assuming we didn't take the blood oath, I'm sure a few of them would have pulled out by now but thankfully, I'd convinced the Alpha council that we needed to be more concerned about our security and make sure the Moonsinger was back to Blue Ridge, our security protocols were impenetrable and every one fine before we move on with anything.

But they all seem to think, Ramsey would show up at their doors one morning with blazing guns. Despite the number of times, I've proven to them that Ramsey was a coward.

But now that Lyla was here?

There was no reason to wait anymore.

She was the Moonsinger, the missing piece to solidify my rule.

Tomorrow, everything will change.

As I made my way down the corridor leading to my bedroom, I noticed a figure dash out of my bedroom.

Clarissa.

Immediately, suspicion ignited in my veins. What was she doing there?"

"Clarissa—"

Before I could question her, my assistant hurried toward me.

"Alpha, the Alphas have arrived," he informed me breathlessly. "They're requesting your presence immediately."

I cast one last look in the direction Clarissa had fled, my mind racing with possibilities. What was she doing in my room?

I wanted to follow her or at least check the room to find out Lyla was fine but I decided against it. For one, I was too busy and secondly, why did the Alphas show up suddenly? Deciding I would deal with Clarissa later, I held back.

With a nod, I turned and followed my assistant to the main hall.

The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating.

The Alphas of the strongest packs stood before me, their expressions lined with agitation. Fear.

"Nathan," Alpha Dominic greeted me, the oldest and most respected among them. "We have a situation."

"What kind of situation?" I asked, though I already had my suspicions.

"We each received this last night." Dominic held up an envelope bearing the seal of the White Mountain Region. "From Ramsey."

Alpha Calder stepped forward, his voice tight. "He's given us forty-eight hours to renounce our alliance with you, or face consequences."

"And that's not all," added Alpha Renwick. "The White Mountain Council has issued sanctions against each of our packs. They're freezing our assets, restricting our trade routes."

I smiled as they spoke, reaching into my jacket pocket to produce an identical envelope, already unsealed. I waved it casually before them.

"Is this what you're afraid of? A piece of paper? Really?" I laughed, "It took Ramsey all this while to make up his mind and send this. You think he would do anything?"

The Alphas exchanged uneasy looks, and I could smell their anxiety.

"Please, sit," I said, gesturing toward the long table. "I have news that might ease your concerns."

They followed hesitantly, taking their seats as I claimed the head of the table.

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