The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 270

Ramsey

"I think you should hold off for now," Lenny said as soon as he entered the monitoring camp "Nathan is not responding, if anything, he has been unusually quiet. That is concerning, we should think about preserving the strength of our resources at least until we know his standpoint."

"Nathan is not sitting with his hands folded behind his back," I returned, staring at the large screens across Blue Ridge that our drones were surveying. "He's not stupid."

"And women and children are the ones facing the brunt of this needless war. Lyla is fine plus what if this was a ploy to make both of you to start fighting. Clarissa never liked, Lyla if she did…"

"On whose side are you on again, Lenny…" I turned to him suppressing the anger that was coursing through me in waves. Whenever I remember that Lyla was with Nathan, it doubled. My mind has made up more than a thousand scenarios of both of them together and in all the scenarios, Nathan was taking advantage of her.

"On your side, obviously, but I am not going to please you or sweet talk you into doing what is wrong. This war, this retaliation is not needed. Nathan by a largescale will not be affected. If you had wanted to attack him, you would have destroyed the pack house first…"

"And risk Lyla's life?" I retorted.

"How about the lives of the innocent people who have no idea what is going on? Why should they suffer because you and Nathan cannot get your emotions right?" Lenny sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Lyla would not want this, Ramsey. She would not want you to kill people…"

"I am not killing people…" I screeched, rising from my chair. "They've not recorded a single death since yesterday just casualties. They will be fine. This is only a warning to Nathan to return my mate back to me."

Lenny looked at me for a few seconds, shook his head and left the tent. Now alone, I ran my hand through my hair, dropping back on my sit. I've not slept a wink since we started the attack but this was the only thing I could do. I cannot afford to keep demonstrating restraint when Nathan constantly pushes me to the wall.

I stared at my phone again, checked my messages and call logs but not a single call from Nathan or even Clarissa. I had sent several peace emissaries to him since yesterday but he had turned them back. He didn't want to reach an agreement and I didn't want to be seen as a weak leader. I am so done with that.

I dropped my phone, deciding I should take a stroll or try to rest a bit but as soon as I got to the door, my phone rang. I made a beeline for it and snatched it up, clearing my throat before I answered the call. It was from an unknown number.

"Alpha Ramsey…"

It was Clarissa's voice. I recognized it immediately but something seemed wrong. It felt like she was crying."

"Is everything alright?" I asked, instantly alert.

There was a small pause before a voice came on again. This time it was Nathan. "So, you've been working with an ally in my pack, Ramsey? How shameless can you be?"

"It's a nice thing that you've finally decided to get on the phone with me," I dropped back on my seat, reaching for the ball-tip pen on the table. I began to play with it. "How are you, Nathan?"

"I'm fine!" he sounded happy. "Lyla is fine too. Rissa told me she just had to mention Lyla was here and the next thing you come with your guns blazing…" he laughed. "Don't worry, there's no harm done to her or whatsoever. You could say she came to see her people."

I relaxed visibly. "Then send her back."

Another long pause. "No, I won't!" he said. "I've thought long and hard about it and I won't be sending Lyla back to you and before you get things mistaken… it was her choice. She's seen how ruthless and cruel you can be…"

"Stop fucking around, Nathan. What are you talking about?"

"I'll just give her the phone to talk to you and explain things herself."

My ears twitched as I picked up Lyla's voice in the background.

"Who's that?" she asked.

"Ramsey. He wants to talk to you; says he don't believe your stand with us."

"I don't want to talk to him," Lyla drew in a long hiss. "If he doesn't believe, it's his problem."