The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 280

Lyla

His lips curved into a slow, wicked smile.

"Interesting," he murmured, taking a step toward me.

I had just made a dangerous mistake. I had just revealed my hand.

The blood oath meant I couldn't attack him – I was supposed to be submissive, bound to his will like a fool. If I were indeed under the oath's power, I couldn't have pushed him away or defied him at all.

I looked at Nathan and saw he knew I'd been faking my submission all along.

"So, you've been playing games, Lyla," he said, straightening his shirt where I'd gripped it. "I suspected as much, but thank you for confirming it so… dramatically."

"I don't know what you're talking about, and I'm sorry if I pushed you. You know how it is with my powers. I haven't learnt mastery of it and…"

He threw a pocket knife to me, and instantly, I caught it. In my defense, it was coming directly to my face. What was I supposed to do?

Nathan nodded, satisfied. "And you're fast, too. See how you caught the knife in milliseconds. Have you been training, Lyla? But you deceived me into thinking you were still a rookie."

"You assumed, Nathan," I said quietly. "It's not my fault you thought I was still weak."

He nodded. "So, did your mate teach you?"

"Mostly him and many other nice people," I retorted. "But how did you know?" I asked, my mind racing to formulate an escape plan. I needed to know exactly how much he knew, how long he'd been onto me.

"The blood oath never took effect," he replied. "I felt nothing when we performed the ritual, even though you put up a show."

Heat rose to my neck as I tried not to remember how embarrassing I'd been that day. I had wriggled several times after we were done, pretended to have lost my memory of everything, and clung to Nathan. It was when he wondered if that was how I was supposed to behave, primarily since the other Alphas do not act that way with him… I had slowly pretended to get back my senses.

Thinking of it now, I made a complete fool out of myself.

"There should have been a connection, a binding. There was none," he added.

"Then why pretend?" I demanded. "Why did you let me believe I was bound to you?" _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

He laughed coldly. "I wanted to see how far you'd go with the charade. How much information you'd gather while thinking you had the upper hand." he gestured around the room. "And look where it's led us. To the truth about who you really are."

He pulled out a piece of paper that had seen better days and tossed it to me. It landed directly at my feet.

"That's the original letter your father wrote. Sorry, I had to exchange it because he spent the better part of the letter telling you to avoid me and that I was the Dark One and a lot of accusations, and then he kept emphasizing on you trusting Ramsey and taking guidance from your mother. Annoying stuff…" he sighed.

I stared at the crumpled paper at my feet. I wanted to bend and pick it up, but I couldn't take my eyes off the man staring at me. My mind was still working its way through the escape plan.

I stared at the door; it was locked. My eyes began to scan my room, looking for something I could use to fight him, at least.

"You know," he continued, walking to the sofa and sitting on it. He selected an apple from the bowl there and bit into it. "You're such a good actress. You endured three days of torture to convince me that you would not take the oath, you know, just like you discussed with your mother, put up a little fight…"

I tried to hide my surprise. I was sure no one had followed us to the clearing where Nanny and I had had the conversation.

"On the third day, you almost convinced me you were real. If you had stayed until the fourth day, I swear, I would have thought you really wanted to do your thing and no pressure."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Nathan, and I don't care either. Just let me go," I started walking towards the door, not before bending down to pick up the crumpled letter in front of me.