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.

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 reason with. He'd always shout at me and

from behind me, giving me a quick kiss on my neck. I smiled automatically, leaning into him as he hugged me from behind,

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 – made with strange materials but not like our own. They also

maybe kissing, they do their business in the confines of their houses, away

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 Moon Throne

maintaining my smile. "I was about to

now. I missed you so much. How did it go

I rolled my eyes.

my dad was telling my dad that they're beginning to embrace the ways of the humans and he's worried that soon they will not have an identity and will ignore the worship of the

and maybe

"Like horses?" Thames asked.

of instant excitement. I've been dying to talk about my entire experience. "It's

carriage, my love. A cart is driven by a horse," Thames said quietly with a fond

clouded my features as I turned to him surprised.

at the learning centre. The Wise Man thinks it is important we learn everything about humans… he believes one day

"Of course, I forgot you're the perfect, Thames. The man everyone wants while I'm the bumbling idiot,

his arms came around my shoulders. "C'mon dear, you're taking it all wrong.

disgrace you next time

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 Wise woman said… your powers will last

powers but I'm stupid. I cannot read 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

Thames?" Thames's mother Ferida called out from

everyone staring at us curiously. "It's nothing guys,

her son. Since my father didn't have a son I

Moonsinger through and through. The only thing I had to my