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.

without any treatment and no sign of getting better, he has become more difficult to reason with. He'd always shout

neck. I smiled automatically, leaning into him as

thing here which was seen as rude in the world of the other werewolf packs. They do not have open mating galore like we did. They had houses –

maybe kissing, they do their business in the confines of

sighed inwardly, trying to forget how the last two days I had spent with them were the best days of my life. I and father had gone up to the White

hold, still maintaining my smile. "I

you so much. How did it go with the people? I heard

T…" I rolled my

ways of the humans and he's

worry about that and maybe

"Like horses?" Thames asked.

surge of instant excitement. I've been dying to talk about my

love. A cart is driven by a horse," Thames

I turned to him surprised.

it is important we learn everything about humans… he believes

interrupted him fighting back tears. "Of course, I forgot you're the 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

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

you next time in front of your friends like

gets to laugh at you. Just because you weren't accepted into the learning centre doesn't mean you're not unique. You're unique, Neriah. You had what the

the rest of you. I don't know how to keep things

"I understand, Neriah…"

yelled, my voice echoing loud enough to make everyone stop what

Ferida called out from

he turned to everyone staring at us curiously. "It's nothing guys, continue with what

Ferida who has been vocal about me not being right for her son. Since my father didn't have a

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