The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 247 247: Neriah - Lyla III

Lyla

The moment I drove the sword into Nymeris, the world around me shattered like a mirror struck by a hammer. A violent wave of energy surged through me, crackling in the air like a storm trapped inside a glass cage. My body convulsed as pain and power coiled through my veins and suddenly, I wasn't standing in the present anymore.

I was falling.

Not through space, but through time.

Memories, not mine but mine, exploded in my mind. The fragmented pieces of the past, the truths hidden beneath centuries of deception, wrapped around my soul like a second skin. I saw – not as an observer, but as Neriah.

I was Neriah.

***

The Beginning of the End

The Northern Forest hummed with scattered laughter, children playing, birds chirping in the trees and a group of men talking amongst themselves.

Somewhere, there was a cluster of women by a big fireplace – some of them were grinding some seeds on stones lined up not too far from the fireplace. Others were stirring something in the pot with big wooden spoons. Occasionally, the women would whisper something to themselves and then throw their heads back with laughter before they continued.

I smiled with relish as I stared at the people – my people.

My father was the Alpha of the Auréans – we were beings blessed with the Moon's favour. Our power was tied to the stars and our voices carried echoes of the divine. We weren't just warriors; we were guardians of balance and our voices were our weapons.

We were not exactly what you'd call a werewolf as we weren't born with wolves. We were called Auréans. Here, the only structure we had and held was the worship of the Moon and the star. We were liberal beings – we rarely marry outside our tribe.

Everyone here was related to everyone because we married amongst ourselves. The Moon Goddess was faithful enough to always provide fated mates amongst ourselves. But I wanted more.

I've often caught glimpses of werewolves and lycans from other packs around us – they were unique and different from us. They only worshipped the goddess when it was necessary. They didn't have a structured and well-tabled lifestyle like us. Their women were always allowed a little exploration now and again and they always had large gatherings.

into allowing us such frivolities but he wouldn't hear of it. Since my mother became sick without any treatment and no sign of getting better, he has become more difficult to

me a quick kiss on my neck. I smiled automatically, leaning into him

packs. They do not have open mating galore like we did. They

their business in the confines of their houses, away from the eyes

inwardly, trying to forget how the last two days I had spent with them were the best days of my life. I

away from his hold, still maintaining my

How did it go with the people?

I rolled my eyes.

the humans and he's worried that soon they will not have an identity and will ignore the worship of

and maybe these human inventions are not so bad.

"Like horses?" Thames asked.

been dying to talk

driven by a horse," Thames said quietly with a fond smile on

as I turned to him surprised. "How do you know all

thinks it is important we learn everything about humans… he believes one day we might have to deal with

perfect, Thames. The man everyone wants while I'm the bumbling idiot, without brains who was not accepted into the learning centre… the one time I had to shine, you still

shoulders. "C'mon dear, you're taking it

so that I won't disgrace you next time in front of your friends like the other

laugh at you. Just because you weren't accepted into

like the rest of you. I don't know how to keep things in my head. My sisters… the little one Aurelia can read, can write… I'm the only one in this

"I understand, Neriah…"

to make

wrong, Thames?" Thames's mother Ferida

nothing mom…" Thames sighed, growling inwardly as he turned to everyone staring at us curiously.

again… I couldn't bear their judgemental gaze, especially Ferida who has been vocal about me not being right for her son. Since my father didn't have a son I was next in line to succeed him. Thames - when we finally get

He was smart, intelligent, was a good warrior – the perfect Moonsinger through and through. The only thing I had to my name was my