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

152 Nymeris

Lyla

I struggled between sleep and consciousness.

My body felt heavy as if unseen chains held down every part of it. My head throbbed with a dull, piercing pain that grew louder with every attempt to stir. I struggled to open my eyes, but something was pressing down on me. It was so suffocating that for a moment; I forgot to breathe.

I struggled, gasping for breath, thrashing all over my bed as I prayed for relief. Just as the darkness seemed to heighten, and I felt like I could die any moment, the force stopped.

My eyes fluttered open finally, and I gasped. I was in a strange place–a strange compound – but it looked ancient and strangely familiar. The air was thick with the scent of wet wood and damp earth mingled with the faint fragrance of wildflowers planted at every corner of the compound.

A wooden fence enclosed the entire compound, carved with very elegant designs. Towering above the fence were houses carved with thick stones and logs. The rooftops all had asbestos and carved wooden beams, and in front of the house was a bold wooden sign that said Alpha House.

“Where am I? What is this place?” I whispered to myself, trembling.

My heart raced as I took a tentative step forward, my bare feet sinking into the soft earth. The compound was quiet except for the rustling of leaves as I moved on them. I turned in a slow circle, trying to understand my surroundings, when suddenly someone threw open the wooden gate guarding the compound.

I froze.

–

A woman stormed through it, her long, brown hair with two silver stripes running down the front of the hair flowing like a storm cloud behind her. A fierce expression was on her face, and fury filled her eyes. She wore a deep crimson flowing dress with silver embroidery at the end.

Behind her, a young man followed close, with desperation on his face. His broad shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched as he reached out to the woman.

“Neriah, wait,” he pleaded.

Neriah?

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I stared at the woman who was supposed to be my recantation. The only thing that could tell us apart was the dress she had on, compared to my wrinkled jogger and crop Tee I was wearing.

that, I was basically staring at

were blazing. “Don’t you dare follow me!”

wait?” The man chasing after her sighed.

she spun around again and continued walking. The man reached out and grasped her arm, pulling her

do you want?” she screamed. “Haven’t you done enough already? Have I not told you in all the languages you

arm. “I need you to listen to me, his voice had softened too

not the man you

don’t like him,” Neriah fumed. “But enough with trying to blacklist him. The only thing this man has shown me repeatedly is love that you nor anyone in this pack has

beyond your expectations of people. Everyone loves you. The pack, your father…”

accepting of the fact that I want to be with someone who gets me literally and in all

don’t get me wrong…I love

be your mate anymore. Take it or leave it. But don’t come to me again. I will

stop you.

has told us so far and his so–called movement to liberate our world. He’s asking you to help

the Werewolf and Lycan

to gain

Werewolf and Lycan world and abolish the

inhumane treatments. For

shaking with anger. “That’s not how the universe was built. There must be hierarchies, there must be stratus…

we are. We cannot all

I believe him,”

few seconds. “You’re making a big mistake. He’s not the right man

you.

she spat. “What makes you think I’d choose you? Just because a Beta became

I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not. Corvus isn’t a werewolf like us to begin with. He doesn’t even have a wolf, neither is he an Alpha. He doesn’t have the bloodline or strength.

he isn’t an Alpha I although his eyes were brimming with annoyance and you have no right to interfere. The man took another step closer, his frustration was evident in his voice now. “Your choice is going to destroy you!

think I’ve

doing any of these. I will have to go to your

darkened. “Go ahead,” she mumbled, her voice trembling, “Tell them. But when you do, get ready

wanted to argue. But no words came. Instead,

hands clutching the fabric of my dress as silent sobs wrack up her body. My heart ached watching the scene, but before I could react, the door to one