The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 359: The first day of forever...

Lyla

I woke to golden rays of the sun streaming through the tall windows, painting warm patterns across the silk sheets. For a moment, I lay still, savouring the peace of the early morning and the unfamiliar comfort of the room. Everything felt different—the room, the bed, even the way the light fell across my skin.

Then I remembered. I was married. I was Luna Lyla Woodland Kincaid now.

A smile spread across my face as the memories of yesterday flooded back—the ceremony, the vows, the way Ramsey had looked at me like I was the most precious thing in his world and the sweetness of the intimacy we shared last night.

I clamped my leg, groaning with satisfaction as the memories flitted into my mind, pooling at my lower abdomen. Lovemaking feels different when you’re married.

My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, where our twins were growing safely inside me.

I turned to look at my husband, expecting to find him still sleeping beside me, but the space next to me was empty. The sheets were cool to the touch, suggesting he’d been up for a while. A pang of disappointment shot through me—I’d been looking forward to waking up in his arms on our first morning as a married couple.

Then I heard it—the soft sound of movement from somewhere in the room. I sat up, pulling the silk sheet around me, and spotted Ramsey standing by the windows. He was already dressed in dark jeans and a white button-down shirt, though the shirt hung open and unbuttoned. His hair was slightly mussed, and he held a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.

"Good morning, Luna Kincaid," he said softly when he noticed I was awake. His voice was warm with affection and something that sounded almost like wonder.

"Good morning, Alpha Kincaid," I replied, my heart skipping at the sound of my new name. "How long have you been up?"

"About an hour." He set his coffee cup on the windowsill and came to sit on the edge of the bed beside me. "I couldn’t sleep anymore. Too much nervous energy, I think."

I reached out to touch his face, running my fingers along his jaw. "No regrets?"

"None," he said immediately, turning his head to press a kiss to my palm. "Only gratitude that somehow I got lucky enough to marry the most incredible woman in the world."

I felt my cheeks warm with pleasure. "Flatterer."

"Truth-teller," he corrected, leaning down to kiss me softly. "How are you feeling? How are they feeling?" His hand moved to rest gently on my stomach.

"We’re all perfect," I assured him. "Though I’m starting to get hungry. Is that normal this early?"

Ramsey’s smile was brilliant. "I think when you’re growing two babies, you’re allowed to be hungry whenever you want." He stood up and walked toward what I now realised was a small sitting area I hadn’t noticed the night before. "Which is why I had the kitchen send up breakfast. Nanny made them herself, she said it’s a tradition that the bride’s mother serves breakfast the morning after."

For the first time, I noticed the table set for two near the windows. Golden serving dishes gleamed in the morning light, and I could smell the enticing aromas of fresh bread, eggs, and bacon.

"You thought of everything," I said, touched by his consideration.

"I wanted our first morning to be special." He came back to the bed and scooped me up in his arms, sheets and all. "Besides, you need to keep your strength up."

I laughed as he carried me to one of the chairs, settling me down gently before taking the seat across from me. Nanny had outdone herself with the breakfast spread. She made all my favourite meals. There were fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, warm pastries, and what appeared to be homemade jam.

"This is incredible," I said, immediately reaching for a piece of toast. The pregnancy hunger was definitely making itself known.

Ramsey watched me with amusement as I devoured the food. "Slow down, sweetheart. It’s not going anywhere."

"I know, but everything tastes amazing." I paused between bites to look at him properly. "You’re not eating."

"I’m too busy watching you," he admitted. "I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and find out this was all a dream."

I reached across the table to take his hand. "It’s real. We’re real. This is our life now."

He squeezed my fingers gently. "Luna Lyla Kincaid. I love the sound of that."

"It’s going to take some getting used to," I admitted. "Yesterday, I was just Lyla. Today I’m supposed to be the pack’s Luna and the Luna to the entire pack in our world. I’m not sure I know how to do that."

"You’ll learn," Ramsey said confidently. "Just like I learned to be Alpha and Lycan Leader. And you won’t be doing it alone—I’ll be right there with you."

"What does being Luna actually involve?" I asked, suddenly realising I’d never gotten a clear answer to that question. "I know Luna Vanessa helped with the pack business, but I never paid close attention to the specifics."

Ramsey poured himself a fresh cup of coffee from the coffee pot on the table. "It varies depending on the Luna’s strengths and interests. My mother was very involved in pack diplomacy and healthcare. Luna Vanessa focuses more on education and cultural traditions. You’ll find your own path."

"What if I’m terrible at it?"

"Impossible," he said firmly. "You’re a natural leader, Lyla. I’ve watched you take charge in crisis situations. You have compassion, intelligence, and more power than any Luna in recorded history. Our world, this pack, is lucky to have you."

His confidence in me was reassuring, but I still felt anxious about ruling. "Will I need to attend meetings? Make decisions about pack business?"

"Some, yes. But we’ll ease you into it gradually. Right now, your most important job is taking care of yourself and our babies." His eyes softened as they moved to my stomach again. "Everything else can wait."

I nodded, feeling some of my anxiety ease. "Thank you for being patient with me."

"Thank you for choosing me," he replied. "For choosing us."

A comfortable silence fell as we finished breakfast. Through the windows, I could see pack members going about their morning routines—children playing in the courtyard, adults heading to their daily duties. It struck me that these were now all my people. My responsibility.

"Ramsey?" I said suddenly.

"Yes?"

"What happened with Xander? Is he still secured?"

Ramsey’s expression grew serious. "He’s being held in the maximum security cells below the pack house. Circe and Nanny are working on strengthening the containment spells."

"Good." I felt a chill at the memory of seeing him again. "I feel like everything is not going as expected. It is too easy."

"How?" Ramsey asked, staring at me.

"I just have this feeling that something worse than..."

"Don’t spoil the morning, Lyla," he interrupted me with a gentle smile. "I know you have worries, but can you think less about it for now?"

I nodded. "Sorry, it’s just that I have concerns. Bringing him inside our pack... Do you think we can keep him contained?" noveldrama

"For now. But we’ll need to figure out a permanent solution soon." He reached for my hand again. "But that’s not something for you to worry about today. Today is about us."

I smiled, "You’re right. Today is about us."

"Speaking of which," Ramsey said, standing up and walking to the dresser, "I have something for you."

He returned with a small, velvet box that made my heart skip a beat. "Another surprise?"

"A wedding gift," he said, settling back into his chair. "I wanted to give this to you last night, but we got... distracted."

I opened the box with trembling fingers and gasped in surprise. Inside was the most beautiful necklace I’d ever seen—a delicate golden chain with an emerald pendant that looked like a crescent moon cradling a star.

"Ramsey, it’s stunning."

"It belonged to my mother," he said softly. "And her mother before that. It’s been passed down through generations of Kincaid Lunas. Now it’s yours."

Tears pricked my eyes as I lifted the necklace from the box.

"There’s protective magic woven into the pendant," Ramsey explained. "It will help keep you and the babies safe."

"I don’t know what to say." I looked up at him, overwhelmed by the gesture.

"Say you’ll wear it," he said simply.

I nodded, unable to speak around the emotion in my throat. Ramsey moved behind my chair to fasten the necklace around my neck. The moment the pendant settled against my chest, I felt a warm pulse of energy.

"Perfect," Ramsey murmured, his hands resting on my shoulders. "You look like you were born to wear it."

I touched the pendant gently, feeling the weight of history and responsibility it carried. But also the love—generations of Kincaid women who had worn this necklace, who had loved and been loved, who had built the legacy I was now part of.

"Thank you," I whispered. "For everything. For this, for last night, for choosing me."

"Thank you for saying yes," he replied, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "For giving me the greatest gift I could ever ask for—a future with you."

A future that would soon come to an end. But I smiled anyway...