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?

145

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.

I was basically staring at a mirror

were blazing. “Don’t you

wait?” The man chasing after her

reached out and grasped her arm, pulling

the languages you understand, that I

stronger over her arm. “I need you to listen to me,

Corvus is not the man you think he

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

Neriah. Love sometimes goes beyond your expectations

I want to be with someone who gets me literally and in all the ways

Neriah… don’t you think it’s a bit strange that a man is ready to up with everything you do without complaints? Now, don’t get me wrong…I love you so much and I am ready to put up with anything, but occasionally

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

stop you.

wrong about him, something weird with everything he has told us so far and his so–called movement to liberate our world. He’s asking you to help him take over the White Moon Throne, and you’re going

to gain infinite access to the

to

the Werewolf and Lycan world and abolish

injustice, the inhumane treatments.

the man gritted his teeth, literally shaking with anger. “That’s not how the universe

who we are. We cannot all become

and I believe

hair, gazing at her for a few seconds. “You’re making a big mistake. He’s not the right

you.

you think you are the right man for me?” she spat. “What makes you think I’d choose

Corvus isn’t a werewolf like us to begin with. He doesn’t even have a wolf, neither is he an

have no right to interfere. The man took another step closer, his frustration

she cut me short. “I think I’ve had enough of

will have to go to your father and the council and

ceased abruptly, and her face darkened. “Go ahead,” she mumbled, her voice trembling, “Tell them. But when you do, get ready to see me die. Because I’ll die a thousand times with him before I let you take

to argue.

her 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 of the ancient