The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Red flags and wreckage...

Lyla

I sat in Paul’s car in front of my house, my hands folded protectively over my growing belly as an uncomfortable silence stretched between us. The afternoon had started innocently enough.

I’d gone to farmer’s market to pick out some fresh vegetables because I was craving it. I also didn’t want to go with Ramsey. The last time I went with him, the women had swooned around him, asking for his number.

Some of the bold ones even took pictures.

The only thing that had stopped me from actually fighting that day was how Ramsey had ignored every one of them, focusing on me. I’d left the market with open glares from the women.

Coincidentally, I ran into Paul after I finished shopping, nearly three days after he’d visited us, and he offered to drive me home.

Now I was beginning to regret accepting his offer.

I turned toward Paul, managing a polite smile.

"Thank you for bringing me home," I said, reaching for the door handle. "I appreciate you taking the time to—"

My words died as I tried the handle and found it wouldn’t budge. The door was locked.

I tried again, noticing the door wouldn’t budge. I tugged again, harder this time. Nothing. The door was really locked.

Paul’s hand suddenly covered mine, his fingers warm and unwelcome against my skin. I pulled back instinctively, a warning bell going off in my mind as I turned to face him.

"What do you think you’re doing?" I asked, trying to keep the anger simmering inside me from showing in my voice.

Paul turned to me with pleading eyes that I’d never noticed before. Desperate, hungry eyes that made my skin crawl. "I love you, Lyla. I’ve loved you for the longest time, and you broke my heart. You showed up a few days ago with a husband, pregnant with his child. What am I supposed to do with these feelings?"

I blinked. "What?"

"I’ve loved you for the longest time," he said, leaning close. "I swear."

I sighed, rubbing at my temple.

"You sound ridiculous, Paul. We never even got around to you asking me out. Why should I feel entitled to your feelings?"

"But you were nice to me that day at the office," he insisted, his voice taking on a wheedling quality. "You agreed to go out with me."

"Only because you asked nicely and I was trying to be polite," I shot back, my anger building. "You were my colleague and my boss on top of it. Nothing more."

I reached for the door handle again, pulling on it frantically. "Get over yourself and open this door. Now."

Paul gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, leaning back against his seat. When he opened them again, there was something different in his expression.

"You know, I’ve always had my eyes on you since college," he said, his voice taking on a bitter edge. "You always had this snobbish air around you, like you were better than everyone else. Who do you think you are, Lyla?"

My blood ran cold. College? I stared at him, my mind racing. I didn’t recall ever seeing Paul in college, nor had I crossed paths with him before I started working at the firm. What on earth did that mean?

"I am offering you a chance to have the best things in life," Paul continued, his voice growing more aggressive. "Instead of living in this old, dingy house with some nobody, you could have everything with me. And you choose him over me? Are you serious?"

Alarm bells were screaming in my head now. I tried to compose myself while frantically working the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard I pulled.

"Paul, unlock this door right now," I said, my voice deadly calm despite the fear crawling up my throat.

He turned to me with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "If you agree to one date with me, I’ll open the door. Just one chance to show you what you’re missing."

I stared at him in disbelief. "You’re insane, Paul. I’m married and will soon be a mother. You’re completely delusional if you think I would ever want you."

"Don’t say that," he snarled, leaning toward me with eyes blazing. "You don’t know what you’re saying. Once you see what I can offer you—"

"You’re insane," I stared at him.

"I’m in love."

"Open this door now, or else I’ll shout and the neighbours will gather."

"Go ahead," he said quietly. "I don’t mind."

He removed his seat belt and moved to reach for me. That was when I felt it. A deep guttural growl came through my bond with Ramsey.

Then, with a terrible screech of metal, the door was ripped clean off the car.

When I looked up, I saw Ramsey standing beside the destroyed door, holding the entire car door in his hands as if it were made of cardboard. His expression was blank, too calm, but I could see the storm raging in his dark eyes, and through our mate bond, I felt his fury simmering just beneath the surface.

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