The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

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Lyla

After my ‘heroic‘ act in the cafeteria, I tried to remain as invisible as I could.

Someone had recorded me in action and the video was making rounds in our social chat network. I was so ashamed of myself. I wanted to stop them from bullying me and not become like them.

So, when the final bell rang, I hurried out of the school building, ignoring pleas from some of my classmates ‘who were trying to offer me a ride.

It was a weird feeling, to be pooular.

As I made my way out of the building, my mind was still reeling from the day’s events – my confrontations. with Marissa, the new transfer student, Xander who had a weird aura around him and the unsettling presence of Mr Dupree his father. But there was no

time to dwell on those thoughts. I had a shift at ‘Coffee Nook‘ to get to.

The quaint coffee shop stood on the corner of a sleepy

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village (I liked to call it that because most of the residents around the coffee shop were mostly seniors and were our main customers). As I pushed open the door, the familiar scent of freshly ground coffee beans and pastries greeted me, bringing a sense of comfort I

hadn’t realized I missed.

“Lyla! You’re back!” the enthusiastic greeting came from Sarah, one of the baristas working in the cafe. She was done with high school and was applying for college, so the café was just her trying to save up enough money before her admission.

She was one of the many human friends I liked who genuinely liked me back. In the past, we would greet with a hug but today I felt out of sync, so I managed a

small smile.

“Hey, Sarah… yeah, I’m back.”

my Nanny, Miriam or Mrs Grayson, as she was known here – peering at her laptop with glasses perched

Grayson was a name we had come up with and the story was;

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husband. Humans always loved

ours always sold.

late!” she called out with a teasing smile.

the dark green apron with the café’s logo. The uniform was simple

the run from

as soon as I figure out

in

Humans are so

tongue drawing a laugh

help,” I chuckled and

to her.

enter data on the

calculations.

took my place behind the

immediately that

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bustling with regulars.

Mr Howard, an elderly man who always ordered the same thing – a black coffee with two sugars and a slice of lemon pound cake. He sat at the window table every afternoon,

Went to see my grandparents,” I lied. “But I’m

a wink before going back

paper.

Nguyen, a middle–aged woman who always

tea after her yoga class.

dramatically “Where have

your mom the other day and she said

tea. “You know me – I never

voice belonging to Mr Thompson, one of

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day at 4 pm for his afternoon cappuccino. “I missed you around here, kid. Everything alright?”