The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

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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 made my way to the back room to change into my uniform when 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 .

Mrs Grayson was a name we had come up with and the story was ; that she was a single mom , with a

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runaway husband .

loved

so ours

late ! ” she called out with a

, ” I said ducking

I had a weird day at

the

you ? ” I called over my shoulder as I pulled on the dark green apron with the

and a white shirt – but it felt like a shield

a freak or a girl on the run from my

just Lyla , the

will be fine as soon as I

replied in

sheets .

so

drawing a

need my help ,

to her .

minutes , showing her how to enter data on the Excel

calculations .

with her , I took

noticing immediately that

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bustling with regulars .

man who always ordered the same thing – a black coffee with

sat at the window table every afternoon ,

Thought you’d gone and disappeared on us , Kiddo

”

I smiled warmly .

some time off , Mr

grandparents , ” I

I’m back now

Usual ? ”

You bet ,” he gave me a wink before going back to his

paper .

Nguyen , a middle – aged woman who

cup of chamomile tea after her yoga

her over – penciled

Where have you been ?

other day and she said you

softly , preparing

You know me – I

”

a gruff but friendly voice belonging to Mr Thompson

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who’s back

at

missed you around here , kid

?

through my chest at his genuine

Everything’s fine ,