The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 265

Ramsey

Pure rage simmered like boiling water as I stormed through the courtyard.

My boots kicked up gravel with each angry stride. My Lycan – Lax was clawing at my insides, and my ribs. He was moving around restless and agitated, growling to be let out, run, and hunt.

It had been nearly three days—seventy-two excruciating hours—since Lyla had disappeared, and my control was slipping by the second.

"Ramsey, please!" Lenny called from behind me. "Just stop and listen for a moment!"

I kept walking. If I stopped, if I faced him right now, I couldn't guarantee what would happen. My hands were already trembling, claws threatening to burst through my fingertips.

"Ramsey! Ramsey, wait!"

His footsteps pounded against the ground as he ran after me.

He finally caught up, darting in front of me and planting himself directly in my path. His face was flushed, eyes pleading.

"You need to calm down and listen to me. Please."

"Listen?" I snarled, feeling my canines elongate slightly. "You want me to listen? After you encouraged Lyla to leave the pack and go into the Northern Forest alone?" I closed in on him, forcing him to step back. "It's been nearly seventy-two hours, Lenny. No word, no scent, no sign of her anywhere. And you want me to listen?"

My Lycan, Lax, was practically howling inside me, begging for a run—or better yet, for blood. I could feel him pacing, a massive shadow cast across my consciousness, his rage mirroring my own.

"I did not encourage her," Lenny insisted, his voice rising with exasperation. "It was all her idea, Ramsey. She wanted to do something for you. She was convinced that if she got her power back, she could help you with the Ferals."

"And you let her go?" I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. "You knew she wasn't strong enough yet. You knew the dangers, and still—"

"Where is she?" I suddenly shouted, my voice echoing across the courtyard. Several pack members nearby flinched and hurried away. "Where the fuck is she, Lenny?"

I grabbed him by the collar, lifting him slightly. "By the gods, if Lyla doesn't come back to me in one piece... I swear I'm going to do something rash to you."

Lenny didn't struggle against my grip, didn't try to defend himself. The resignation in his eyes only fueled my anger. He'd known it was a mistake, and he'd let her go anyway.

"Alpha."

A voice called from behind me. I turned, still gripping Lenny's collar, to see Gamma Dairus approaching us. His face was carefully composed, but there was an urgency in his stride that instantly put me on alert.

He stopped a respectful distance away and bowed his head. "I need to speak with you, Alpha. Alone."

I released Lenny and nodded curtly. "Go ahead."

Darius remained silent, his gaze flicking to Lenny and then back to me. The message was clear.

"I said go ahead," I repeated, irritation creeping into my tone.

"The information is for you alone, Alpha," Dairus emphasized, his eyes still fixed on Lenny pointedly.

Lenny scoffed, crossing his arms. "I'm one with Ramsey. There are no secrets between us." He turned to Dairus with narrowed eyes. "I've noticed you're fond of excluding me from information like this. I won't tolerate it anymore."

Darius didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge Lenny's words. He simply continued to stare at him with that same pointed expression.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I knew from experience that Darius wouldn't speak until Lenny was gone. The last time something like this had happened, I'd refused to send Lenny away, and Darius had left with crucial information—information that had eventually cost the pack a significant amount of money.

Since his son died in the last Feral attack, Darius had become... selective about which orders he followed to the latter. His loyalty to the pack remained unquestionable, but his methods had changed.

"Lenny," I said quietly, "give us a moment."

Lenny turned to me, disbelief etched across his face. "You can't be serious."

"Just a few minutes," I assured him, though my patience was wearing thin. "I'll fill you in afterwards."

He looked like he wanted to protest further, but after a tense moment, he simply shook his head and walked away, his shoulders rigid with indignation.

Once Lenny was out of earshot, Dairus closed the distance between us, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. "There's someone on the line who might know where Luna Lyla is."

My heart lurched against my ribs. "What? Who?"

Instead of answering, Dairus simply handed me the phone, his expression unreadable.

With trembling fingers, I brought the device to my ear. "This is Ramsey."