HappyNovelChapter 332: Secrets and Lies Lyla I stood before Ramsey in the empty war room, finally ready to confess my secret. My hand rested protectively over my stomach as I took a deep breath.
"Ramsey, I need to tell you something important." He turned tofully, with a serious expression. He hasn't been coming to our bedroom for a few days now since Nathan's death, and I didn't know if he was protecting his peace, givingspace, or just trying to avoid any with me. Knowing who he is, I know it was neither.
Ramsey was worried about something, and I knew I didn't want him to learn about the babies from someone other than me.
"What is it?" "Well, this might cas a little surprise, but..." I had barely completed the sentence when the door to the war room opened and Lenny burst in with an exasperated look on his face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Ramsey, you need to csee this," he announced without preamble, barely glancing at me.
"See what?" Ramsey asked, frowning. "What happened again?" "Can't it wait?" I interjected, feeling frustrated. For weeks, I'd been burdened with keeping my pregnancy from Ramsey. Nymeris had appeared twice in my dreams, warningabout the consequences of dishonesty between mates. I was finally ready to cclean, and now this interruption.
"It can't wait, Luna Lyla," Lenny shook his head firmly. "You need to cnow," he said urgently to Ramsey. "What happened? What is it?" Lenny's gaze shifted to where I was indicating; he didn't want to say it within the room. Ramsey nodded and turned to me, squeezing my shoulders gently.
"I'll find you as soon as I can, alright?" I wanted to blurt out what was on my mind, but Lenny stood there, giving him a pointed look. So instead, I nodded, watching him follow Lenny out of the room. My hand automatically moved to my baby bump, which was small but noticeable now if anyone was paying attention.
The door began to close behind them, but at the last moment, a hand wedged between the door and the frame. I looked up to see Terra slipping into the room with a quiet smile.
"We need to talk," she announced.
I returned to the table, gathering my scattered notes. "About what?" "Cwith me." She said, her voice leaving no room for argument.
"I don't have tright now," I said, still irritated by the interrupted moment with Ramsey. "I'll find you later." I attempted to move past her toward the door, but Terra blocked my path. "We need to talk now, Lyla. Stop making things difficult." I rolled my eyes, temper flaring. "If it's about telling Ramsey, I was about to do that when Lenny walked in asking for an audience with him." "Yeah, I know. Perfect timing, because we've all agreed that telling him about the pregnancy right now would complicate a lot of things." "We?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Me, Miriam, and Lenny." I froze. "Lenny knows I'm pregnant? How? You told him?" Terra shook her head. "I haven't breathed a word to anyone aside from your mother. But yes, he knows. It's rare for a Lycan to notice these things in werewolves, but he did. He confronted us about his suspicions." "What suspicions?" "He said you've changed. You constantly place your hand on your stomach. He thinks that if Ramsey finds out about the babies now, it would cause problems with the coming battle. You might want to put that conversation off for another tor maybe after we've dealt with the Dark One. There's so much at stake right now.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You're all being so tic. Can I go now?" Terra shook her head. "There's one more thing. You need to follow me." Too tired to argue further, I followed her out of the war room. We walked in silence through the corridors of the pack house, eventually stopping outside Nanny's bedroom. I turned to Terra in confusion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What are we doing here?" "You'll find out soon enough," she replied cryptically.
Terra knocked lightly before opening the door. The first thing I noticed was Nanny-my mother-dressed in her white ceremonial gown, the one worn only for the most sacred Moon Temple rituals. I arched my eyebrow and looked to Terra for an explanation.
"I insisted she wear the ceremonial gown," Terra explained. "It's the only way to ensure she won't lie." Nanny shot Terra a withering glare, then approached me, taking my hands in hers. She ledto the sofa in the corner of her room.
"What's going on?" I asked, growing increasingly uneasy.
"Everything's fine," Nanny assured me, though her tone lacked conviction.
She busied herself pouring tea into delicate cups, avoiding my gaze. Finally, after handinga steaming cup, she sat across from me, her ceremonial robes pooling around her feet.
"There are certain things I need to tell you about," she began solemnly.
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