The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 426

Epilogue

Lyla

A year later

I wandered through the hallways of the White Moon pack house, searching for Ramsey.

The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows, casting everything in that golden light that made even the most ordinary moments feel magical.

The soft murmur of voices led me to the nursery, and I paused at the partially open door to peek inside. What I saw made my heart swell with such overwhelming love that I had to press my hand to my chest to contain it.

Ramsey was stretched out in the oversized rocking chair we'd specially ordered, his shirt unbuttoned, with tiny Charmaine sleeping peacefully against his chest, her red-blonde curls catching the afternoon light.

In the matching chair beside him, Lenny held little Calen with the same gentle care, his brown hair so much like my own fanned across Lenny's broad chest as he dozed.

Both men were speaking in hushed tones about pack security protocols, but their voices carried the soft cadence people naturally adopted around sleeping babies. It was such a perfectly domestic scene that I couldn't bear to interrupt it.

I smiled and quietly closed the door, leaning against the wall in the hallway as a wave of gratitude washed over me.

One year. Twelve months since that nightmare had ended, since we'd won our freedom at a cost I still couldn't quite remember but felt in the hollow spaces of my heart. A year of peace so profound it sometimes felt like a dream I might wake up from.

Life had settled into my routine as a Luna Leader, a mum, a lover and of course a best friend. Those dark months when danger lurked around every corner were a memory I wish I could erase forever.

Notwithstanding, our world had found its balance again, stronger perhaps for having faced its greatest threat and survived.

Clarissa had grown into her role as Alpha with a grace and authority that would have made our father proud. The southern packs followed her leadership without question now, and her influence had spread far beyond our regional boundaries. She'd implemented new policies for inter-pack cooperation, established trade agreements that benefited everyone, and created a council system that gave smaller packs a voice in larger decisions.

And then there was her relationship with Lenny – something that had surprised everyone except perhaps the two of them. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel(ꜰ)ire.net

They'd fallen head over heels for each other to the point that it was impossible to believe until you catch them on a random afternoon making love to each other with reckless abandon.

I think their arrangement is cute, too. Neither wanted marriage, but both treasured their independence, yet they were devoted to each other in a way that defied every traditional label.

The fact that Clarissa was currently five months pregnant with Lenny's child was just the beautiful irony of fate. Lenny, who had sworn off serious commitment and declared he'd never father children, was absolutely besotted with the idea of becoming a father for the seventh time.

He'd already started construction on a nursery at White Moon since Rissa had agreed she would raise the child at White Moon for a year.

As to whether Lenny would move over to Blue Ridge, no one knows, but they seem to make it work regardless.

"We like our freedom," Clarissa had told me just last week, her hand resting on her growing belly. "But we love each other more. Marriage is just a piece of paper. What we have is so much deeper than ceremony."

And it was. Anyone could see the way they looked at each other, the way Lenny's entire face transformed when Clarissa walked into a room, the way she unconsciously sought him out in any gathering.

The supernatural world had also found a balance. After the destruction of Xander's legacy, the various species had chosen to withdraw more completely from human affairs.

It wasn't isolation – we still maintained necessary diplomatic and economic connections – but there was a conscious decision to preserve our own cultures and values rather than constantly adapting to human expectations.

The Hollow Kin had relocated their primary operations to White Mountain Region since it was the home of the Lycan Leader.

The change also led to the establishment of new training facilities that served all species, rather than operating in secret. Kyren, of course, retained his position as Hollow Kin leader and has grown in power.

Which brought me to perhaps the most entertaining development of the past year – watching Kyren fall completely, hopelessly in love with Circe.

Once we'd rescued her from her captors and she'd healed from her ordeal, Circe had thrown herself into working with the Hollow Kin. Her magical abilities and intelligence from her Lycan side made her invaluable for inter-species negotiations.

Still, it was her quick wit and refusal to be intimidated by Kyren's reputation that had captured his attention.

Everyone could see what was coming except, apparently, Kyren himself.

The man who could read minds and predict enemy movements three steps ahead was blind to his own romantic feelings. He followed Circe around like a lovesick puppy while maintaining that their relationship was "purely professional."

Our High Priestess, Mother Jemima, was seeking to relax a lot of the laws enforced on Sigma wolves. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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