The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Luna of the White Moon Throne.
Cassidy POV

I patted my hair, looking at my reflection in the mirror with satisfaction and rose from the vanity table admiring the two-piece loungewear I’d gotten a few days ago. Picking up my cup of steaming coffee, I crossed my room to the window overlooking the pack house compound and settled on the window seat, sipping and waiting for his arrival.

If Lyla turns out to be the Moonsinger, it reduces my chances of ever being with Ramsey and that was what I dreaded the most. To my parents, Ramsey might be an achievement for our pack and the family – becoming the Luna of the White Moon Throne is no easy feat… but to me…

It’s marrying the man I love. I love Ramsey… I’ve always had, for the longest time. I was scared that I might never get to relieve my dreams of making babies with him, waking up to him by my side and practically just him being the best thing that happened to me.

But it didn’t matter now… I would make do with just having him as my mate… that would suffice. A few minutes later, he drove in. I watched with an amused smile as he sprang out of the car and started walking towards the pack house…

“And the drama begins,” I whispered to myself, taking another sip of my coffee.

The corridors leading to my room echoed with his determined footsteps as he matched towards me. My room is at the far end of the West Wing in the Packhouse, a wing built specially for the Luna.

He didn’t bother knocking, the door flew open with such force that it slammed against the wall, the sound echoing through the White Moon Packhouse.

Where I was sitting, I barely flinched, I was used to his angry outbursts already. I took another sip from my mug, my perfectly manicured nails tapping against its rim.

Our eyes met and for the briefest of seconds, he wanted to yell but he held himself, motioning for my maid to leave the room. As soon as we were alone, he turned to me.

“What the hell were you thinking, Cassidy?” he bellowed, his fists clenched at his sides.

I arched a brow, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. “Ah, you’re here. Took you long enough. I was starting to think that I was wrong and you didn’t care about her.”

“Don’t play coy with me,” he growled. “How can you post such an intimate video of me and her? You know what… I don’t want to belabour this just delete the videos you have and call back all the minions you have working for you. We’ve been trying to take down the videos but they keep showing up in one new blog post or the other.”

“And if I don’t? You will chase me out of your house like you did my father? Threaten to break off our engagement? Which is it going to be, Ramsey?”

“Cassidy, I am not in the mood to banter words with you. Delete all the videos you have of me and her. The only reason, I am not taking any action against you it’s you is because I don’t want to seem cruel. This was so unlike you, how could you stoop so low?”

My smirk widened into a mocking laugh. “How could I? Oh, Ramsey, don’t act so righteous. Do you think I’m the villain here? I’m simply playing the game you forced me into. You made me who I am. I can’t believe myself these days either. I went from being a sweet little girl to a monster – a woman filled with hate created by you.”

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “We’re getting married… aren’t we? What else do you fucking want? You think this is a game? You humiliated her, and now you’re dragging her name through the mud for what? To hurt me? To prove some petty point?”

I stood placing the mug on the table with deliberate calm. My chest sparked with malice as I took a step towards him. “Petty? Oh no, darling, this is far from petty. Consider it a warning.”

“A warning?” he repeated, his face twisting from fury to disbelief. “You think you can threaten me?”

I laughed again, this time I sounded colder. “Oh, Ramsey darling, threats are for amateurs. I prefer action. Every time you choose her over me – every time you run to Lyla instead of staying where you belong – I’ll make her life miserable. This was just the beginning.”

“Because I didn’t sleep with you last night on your heat? Do you want to get pregnant that bad? Why? There’s enough time for a baby, I explained to you but I want to follow our customs and traditions to the latter. I am not in a rush to become a father…”

“Or maybe you’re saving yourself for your perfect mate.”

“Cassidy!” he growled “You’re insane, you hear me? This marriage is for convenience and not because I love you. I will never love you the way you want. I thought I made myself clear enough on that.”

“You’re just realizing I’m insane?” I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “Or am I simply a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it?”

He took a step closer, his frame towering over me. “You’ve crossed the line, Cassidy. If you think this will make me like you, you’re delusional. If anything, it makes me despise you even more. I love Lyla… no one can change that.”

My mask of calm shattered for a brief moment, as pain passed through my heart before I straightened and met his glare head-on.

“Despise me all you want, Ramsey. But you’ll marry me. You’ll do the right thing – for the pack, for your grandfather, and for yourself. Because if you don’t…” my voice dropped. “I will destroy Lyla.”

The room fell into tense silence, broken only by the sound of his ragged breathing. His hands trmelbed, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out. But instead, he took a step back, his jaw tightening and his eyes blazing.

“You’re pathetic,” he said coldly. “And if you think I’ll ever love you, you’re more broken than I thought.”

I laughed. “I think you’re not taking this seriously enough. You fought with Nathan Tanner over Lyla… that mutt who will never be half the woman I am. Yet, you threw away years of training because you wanted to prove what?”

“I won’t let you hurt her,” he growled.

“Hurt her? This is nothing. I can destroy her reputation completely. I can make her life a living hell. Is that what you want?”

He didn’t answer, he just stared at me.

“So, I’m giving you a choice. Focus on our marriage or watch as I systematically tear apart everything Lyla holds dear.”

“I hope you bring your best game because when I start, Cassidy Thorne, you’d know that I only started loving since Lyla… I’m worse than you. Colder, more insane and a jealous lover.”

With that, he turned on his heel and strode toward the door, his boot thudding heavily against the wooden floor.

“Walk away, Ramsey,” I called after him. “But remember, every time you leave me, she’ll pay the price.”

He paused at the door, his shoulder tense. Without another word, he walked out, slamming the door in his wake.

As the sound of his footsteps faded, I sank back into my chair, my hands trembling. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I tried to regulate my breathing. I felt a tear slip down my cheek but I fought it, clamping down on my lips to stop myself from crying.

I will evolve and grow into the monster, Ramsey has made.

Minutes passed. Slwoly, I calmed myself. Then I reached for my phone and dialled my mother’s number. She answered on the third ring.

“Yes?” she sounded irritated.

Then again, they’ve been that way since I got a call from my dad earlier. He said Ramsey had disgraced him out of the council meeting and threatened to take away his titles.

“I’ll be coming to pick up the delivery tongight.”

There was a small pause from her end. “I see you’ve finally come you to your senses,” she said.

My grip on the phone tightened. “I’m sorry, mom. I thought he would change. It’s time I remind everyone where I belong.”

“Good,” my mother replied. “I’ll have everything ready for you.”

When the call ended, I leaned back in my chair, my gaze fixed on the mirror opposite me. “I’m tired of playing second fiddle,” I whispered. “Not anymore.”

I stood and walked to the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. “You’ll see, Ramsey,” I murmured, “You’ll all see. I’ll be the Luna of the White Moon Throne, no matter what it takes.”