The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 328

Lyla

Cassidy was quiet for a few seconds, and then she spoke. "He says, he would grant you your utmost desires to prove his sincerity…

"To prove his sincerity?" I laughed dryly. "That's a contradiction. The man I know doesn't know what that word means. Go back to your master and tell him I am not interested in completing the ritual with him and that we should fight already and get on with our lives if any of us remain alive after everything."

"He said, he'll have Nathan delivered to you, personally," Cassidy rushed on as if she was trying to convince me. "Isn't that what you want?"

"And what do you think I am? A sacrificial lamb? You have no idea what Xander wants, believe me. He has this theory of making everyone equal and that's fucking impossible you know that. He's brainwashed you, Cassidy, and that's fine, but I'm good over here. Tell Xander that we should fight; the winner takes it all."

"Consider all the…" Cassidy started saying again, but Ramsey interrupted her.

"I don't trust you, Cassidy. Not after you tried to kill Lyla. What makes you think we're interested in hearing whatever it is you have to say?"

"I've already explained that!" she sighed. I had to make it look convincing for the Dark One! He's evil, and I had no choice."

"You could have considered that when you started meeting with him, and please don't tell me you did it because you wanted me to be with you. I'm tired of that weak explanation," Then Ramsey sighed. "We're done here."

I turned away, ready to leave with Ramsey and Caius, who flanked me protectively. Something about Cassidy's desperation seemed off—too performative, too practised.

In that instant, a blur of motion caught my peripheral vision. A massive wolf bolted from the woods behind Cassidy, launching itself directly at Ramsey. The impact sent him crashing to the ground before any of us could react.

Ramsey immediately rolled and sprang to his feet, shifting partially to his Lycan form. Beside him, Caius completed a full transformation, his massive Lycan form positioning itself between us and the attacker.

Our hidden warriors emerged from their positions all around the clearing, with their weapons ready.

I stared at the wolf, and instantly I recognised it. "Ramsey, wait! It's Nathan!"

True to my words, the wolf's form blurred and shifted, revealing Nathan in his human form. He stood with his almost torn clothes, a chilling smile spreading across his face as he approached Ramsey.

"Go ahead," Nathan taunted. "Do your worst, Lycan Leader? You let me get away last time, but I will assume it's because you were scared."

Ramsey's jaw tightened, but he made no move to attack.

"What's wrong?" Nathan continued, circling closer. "Afraid to get your hands dirty? Or just afraid?" He laughed coldly. "You've always been weak, Ramsey. Playing by the rules, respecting traditions. Look where it's gotten you—constantly fighting defensive battles, losing ground with every attack."

"You're not this bold in reality, Nathan Tanner. I know something has taken over you, even though you've refused to admit it."

Nathan laughed. "Certainly not the Dark One, Ramsey. I told you, I'm too big to serve him. I didn't get the Ferals from him either. You can get Ferals, but that's not the main issue. We both know you won't attack me. You wouldn't want to offend your dearest Lyla by harming her old friend."

"Nathan!" I called out, hoping to break through whatever hold the Dark One or whatever had on him. "Listen to me! You need to come to your senses!"

He turned toward me, his expression changing instantly. Then he sauntered in my direction with that same disturbing smirk on his face.

Before anyone could stop him, he grabbed my jaw, as his fingers dug painfully into my skin, forcing me to look into his eyes. They weren't Nathan's eyes anymore—they glowed differently.

"I'm going to kill Ramsey," he said conversationally, as if discussing the weather. "And you'll do nothing about it. You can't. You never could stand to see me hurt, could you, Lyla?"

"This isn't you," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Fight it, Nathan!"

He brushed off my words with a dismissive laugh. "I am very much me, Lyla. You know, I was so sure I wanted you, you were the reason I started this fight in the first place, but now, I cannot wait to be rid of all the Lycans in the world and their oppression. Acting like demi-gods when they can fucking die."

With a casual flick of his fingers, Nathan gave a signal. Immediately, Ferals came out from the forest behind him—dozens, then hundreds of them, flowing from the trees like a nightmare made flesh.

"Nathan, stop!" Cassidy ran towards him. "You cannot let yourself go and be consumed by your desires. If Lyla can give him what he wants, we'll be fine. Make them go back! This wasn't the plan!"

"Plans change," Nathan replied without looking at her. "I'm tired of waiting."