The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 395

Lenny

I leaned back in Ramsey's office chair, surrounded by stacks of printouts, laptop screens, and coffee cups that marked my sleepless night of investigation.

When Ramsey had texted me in the middle of his dinner with the Hollow Kin yesterday, practically begging me to find out everything I could about Delia Pier, I knew it was serious.

In his words, "If Lyla is worried about it, then there's something."

My phone buzzed with an incoming call from Ramsey.

"Hey…" I yawned.

"Please tell me you found something," Ramsey's voice came through, tense with worry.

"Yeah, I did. Didn't you get my text? I sent you a PDF summarising my findings."

"A PDF?" I heard him sigh, "You know how things have been hectic these days, Lenny. I'm not sure…"

"This is exactly why I never bother to give you a report in writing," I sighed. "Because you'll never read it. I don't know how you made it this far without signing away our pack, but you're the laziest person I've ever met."

"Try sharing the same room with a pregnant woman, Lenny. Half the time, I don't know where my phone is. If Lyla sees me sitting around reading, she'd assume I don't like her. In her words, we made the baby together, so we are in his journey together."

I wanted to tell Ramsey that I've been a dad five times now and have had my share of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and that it never gets easy, but I decided to save him the details. He would have to discover them on his own.

"Anyway, I found plenty," I said, shuffling through my notes. "I'm going to walk you through everything right now."

"I'm listening."

"Delia Piers, born twenty-five years ago to a single mother named Margaret Pier, who worked as a hairdresser at a small salon in downtown Millbrook. No father listed on the birth certificate, and I mean completely blank—not even 'father unknown.'"

"That's unusual."

"Gets more unusual. From what I could gather from school records and social services files, Delia was bullied relentlessly throughout high school. We're talking about the kind of harassment that would break most people. Kids calling her 'freak,' pushing her around, destroying her belongings."

"Why was she targeted?"

"Hard to say definitively, but several witness accounts mention she was 'different' and 'creepy.' One former classmate I tracked down said she always seemed to know things she shouldn't; like when someone was going to get in trouble before it happened, or when someone was lying."

Ramsey was quiet for a moment. "Sounds like she might have had some kind of sensitivity."

"That's what I was thinking. Anyway, she dropped out when she was sixteen after her mother got diagnosed with late-stage cancer. For three years, this girl was hustling between six different jobs at the same time—gas stations, diners, cleaning services, you name it."

"Six jobs?"

"And here's the kicker: most of the time, she wasn't paid what she was promised, or employers would let her go right before payday. I found records of at least twelve different establishments where she worked for weeks and never received full compensation."

"That's exploitation," Ramsey huffed. "These humans are worse than they look. Imagine maltreating a 19-year-old."

"Don't go there, Ramsey," I rolled my eyes. "We do worse than these humans. Judging them would be a case of 'a kettle calling a pot black."

"Whatever," he sighed. "Go on!"

"Here's where it gets exciting." I flipped to the police report that had taken me three hours to dig up. "When she was nineteen, she filed a rape complaint against three local boys—Tommy Hendricks, Steve Mueller, and Jordan Cross."

"What happened with the case?"

"According to her statement, the boys cornered her after her shift at some arcade, beat her up, and assaulted her. But get this, she claimed that afterwards, a pack of huge dogs appeared and attacked all three boys."

"Dogs?"

"Seven of them, according to her report. She described them as 'the biggest dogs I've ever seen, with strange eyes that seemed to glow.' The boys were found severely mauled, all three of them hospitalised with injuries that animal control couldn't explain."

I could hear Ramsey's sharp intake of breath. "What did the police do?"

"Absolutely nothing. The boys' parents were all from wealthy and influential families in the area. They swept the whole thing under the carpet, claimed the girl was traumatised and making up stories to cover for her mental breakdown."

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