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.

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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.

was basically staring at a mirror of

whirled around. Her eyes were blazing. “Don’t you dare

you just wait?” The man

man reached out and grasped her arm, pulling her to himself. “Neriah, please…”

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

hand stronger over her arm. “I need you to listen to me, his voice had softened too as if he

Corvus is not the man you think he is.”

get 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 ever given me. Not

matter, Neriah. Love sometimes goes beyond your expectations

to be with someone

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 we argue, we fight and we

that I don’t have to fight and make up. I don’t want to be your mate anymore. Take it or leave it. But don’t

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 do that? Just

wants to gain infinite access to the Werewolf and

to

Werewolf and Lycan world and

inhumane treatments.

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

we are.

can, and I believe him,” Neriah

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

you.

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

“At least I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not. Corvus isn’t a werewolf like us to begin with. He doesn’t

interfere. The man took another step closer, his frustration was evident in his voice

think

go to your father and the council and report them

ahead,” she mumbled, her voice trembling, “Tell them. But when you do, get ready to see me die. Because I’ll die a

her, his lips as though he wanted to argue. But

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 houses opened and a tall man with piercing blue eyes stepped