The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Lyla

I strolled, my barefoot pressing softly into the earth beneath me as I continued through the familiar path.

The morning sun streaked through the dense trees, casting a warm, golden glow that settled over my skin. Each breath I took was heavy, but there was peace in how my chest rose and fell – a calm that had been absent since everything had fallen apart.

Nathan had tortured me until I had no other choice but to take the blood oath.

So now, I still carried the bruises from the torture and had purposely refused to remember anything about it. Instead, I'd think of the future rather than the ordeal I'd had to go through. These days, the forest has become my sanctuary, as it had always been.

But now, it was also my healing ground. Since Nymeris died, the emptiness inside me seemed to grow deeper. The severed bond had left a hollow ache that pulsed every time I tried to reach for her.

She had become my companion, my strength, my other half. Healing myself without Nymeris felt impossible initially, but slowly, I learned I could speed up the healing process with my abilities.

I stared at the bruises on my arms, ugly purple reminders of my torture; they were finally beginning to fade, but the scar in my heart would never heal. I closed my eyes, placed my palm flat on a tall oak tree, and stilled.

The herbs, the trees, the plants—everything that thrived in the earth's embrace responded to my quiet, desperate need, allowing me to draw strength from their energy and mend my battered body.

I stayed like that for a few seconds before I opened my eyes, feeling refreshed. I stared at the purple bruises again, relieved they had vanished entirely. A few more cycles, and I'll be as good as new.

"Thank you," I murmured with a grateful smile, feeling the life around me.

This was the reason I was still fighting. This connection grounded me and reminded me that I was still here, still fighting. Drawing one last breath, I turned and returned to the pack.

When I arrived, I continued to the main Packhouse building. Nathan should be there. He was meeting with a few marksmen this morning, after which we would train. He was supervising my training sessions, making sure I learned to master my Moonsinging abilities.

It was a lot, but I was glad he was kind enough to join me on this journey. A few pack members crossed my path. Their eyes widened before they lowered their gaze and murmured hasty greetings as they passed.

Word of my power display at the situation room the other day had spread quickly through the pack like wildfire, and the once–friendly faces now regarded me with awe and fear.

A few times during my training with Nathan, I lost control and wounded many people, so I could understand why they were all wary of me.

So, I didn't bother to respond to their greeting. Let them be afraid. Fear was safer than the alternative.

When I reached the pack house, I pushed through the door, taking the stairs two at a time to change into my training clothes before meeting with Nathan, but just as I rounded the corner, I stopped abruptly.

Luna Vanessa stood in the middle of the hallway, gently rocking her baby – Logan Junior, in her arms. For several seconds, we stared at each other. I've managed to avoid her and Clarissa since returning to Blue Ridge.

I spent the more significant part of my time at the Beta's house – that's with Nathan than here at the Alpha's house and only came here to pick up little things like my training clothes or something too inconsequential. I'd decided to take all my belongings and finally move into Beta's house, where Nathan was staying, but I didn't have the willpower yet.

Luna Vanessa looked tired; dark circles shadowed her eyes, but her posture remained regal – befitting her status as Luna. Tired of the staring contest, I shifted uncomfortably.

"Lyla," she finally greeted softly.

Another pause followed. This time, the silence stretched longer. My gaze flicked to the baby – soft, pink-cheeked, nestled against her shoulder. I forced myself to meet her eyes again.

"Excuse me," I murmured coolly. "You're in my way."

She didn't bother to move. Instead, her grip tightened on the baby as she continued staring at me. "I need to speak with you, Lyla."

"About what, exactly?" I narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms, wincing slightly as my bruises protested. "If this is about Nathan…"

"No, it's not," she cut me off with a shake of her head. "There are … a lot of things I'd rather talk about than discuss Nathan right now."

My lips pressed into a thin line. The urge to turn away and leave was strong, but something in her tone – she sounded strained and exhausted – made me stay.

"Fine," I sighed heavily, trying not to show my exasperation. "What is it?"

She glanced around the hallway. "Not here. Come with me." Without waiting for my response, she turned and began walking toward a door a few feet away. Against my better judgment, I followed.noveldrama

The room turned out to be a nursery. Soft pastels adorned the walls, and a mobile of silver stars and the moon swayed gently above the crib. The scent of baby powder and lavender filled my nostrils.

She walked to the crib and gently, with practised ease, placed the baby in the beautifully crafted wooden cot. She lingered momentarily, gazing at the child before straightening and facing me.

"I invited you here because I know you wouldn't try anything with the baby present," she said quietly. "You're many things, Lyla, but you're not a killer."

A harsh laugh escaped my lips as my eyes hardened. "Don't be too sure about that. What do you want, Luna Vanessa?"

"You used to call me mom…" she said wistfully.

I gave her a pointed stare, but immediately, she avoided my gaze and took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with the motion.

"Nathan only listens to you…"

"Are you kidding me?" I interrupted her. "You said you were not going to talk about, Nathan. Why are you bringing him up? Why are you talking to me about your daughter's mate?"

"You're the only one he truly listens to," she cried, taking a step towards me. And that was the only way I could get you to listen, too. So, please…"

"I don't have time for this, Luna Vanessa. Tell him to his face if you have anything to say to him. After all, you were so eager to give him Clarissa. Why am I getting involved." I turned to leave.

She grabbed my arms, taking on a pleading tone. "Please, Lyla," she begged. "For the sake of your father and all the years you called me mother…"

"All the years I called you mother?" I scoffed. "You never acknowledge me as your daughter," I retorted, shaking her hands off me. Taking a deep breath, I turned to her, hands folded in front of me. "Fine, go ahead."

She nodded, murmuring, "Thank you. "Can you tell him not to go through with this war? It's reckless, dangerous, and will destroy all of us."

I blinked, my mind spinning. War? After I took the blood oath, Nathan assured me that he would not go after Ramsey. All he needed to do was make an appearance before the council and clear his name, which would be easy.

I knew his plans had always been shrouded in half-truths and whispered rumours, but I hadn't realized it had come to this.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded. "What war?"

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