The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

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33 Night shift ( 1 )

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 the

ours always sold

late ! ” she called out with

I’m sorry , ” I said

a weird day

you the details

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

uniform was simple – black pants and a white shirt – but it felt like a shield , a way to blend into the normalcy

a girl on the run from

,

soon as

replied in our

sheets .

are so

drawing a laugh

you need my help ,

to her .

the next ten minutes , showing her how to enter data on

calculations .

I

immediately that the

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bustling with regulars .

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

every

gone and disappeared on

”

I smiled warmly .

some time off , Mr

my grandparents , ” I lied

But I’m

Usual ? ”

me a wink

paper .

made my way to Mrs Nguyen , a middle –

of chamomile tea after

! ” her

dramatically “ Where have you been

she said you were taking a break ? ”

laughed softly ,

– I never

”

a gruff but friendly voice belonging to Mr Thompson , one of our regulars ,

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who’s back !

at 4 pm for

missed you around here

alright ?

felt a warmth spread through my chest at

, Mr