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.”

I caught sight of my Nanny, Miriam or Mrs Grayson, as she was known here – peering at her laptop with glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

a name we had come up with and the

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Humans always

ours always

called out with a teasing smile.

a weird day at school. I’ll give you the details later. How are you?” I called over my shoulder as I pulled on the dark green apron

a girl on the run from my complicated past. I was just Lyla,

as I figure

replied in our

are so

a laugh

need my help,” I chuckled and

to her.

how to enter data on the Excel sheet and

calculations.

I took my place

immediately that the

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bustling with regulars.

back!” said Mr Howard, an elderly man who always ordered the same thing – a black coffee with two sugars and a slice

off, Mr H. Went to see my

me a wink before going back to his

paper.

my way to Mrs Nguyen, a middle–aged woman

her yoga class. “Lyla!” her over–penciled

dramatically “Where have you been?

asking your mom the other day and she said you were taking a break?”

softly, preparing her tea. “You know me –

friendly voice belonging to Mr

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came in every day at 4 pm for his afternoon