The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 248 248: The man with green eyes...

Neriah

After Thames left, I wandered through the forest.

With each step I took, an unexplainable peace filled my soul. It was as though the cool afternoon breeze was blowing away the ache in my chest. I didn't want to go back to the pack… I didn't want to listen to their subtle ridicule, knowing that I would be unable to understand it as soon as they said it.

Most of the time, it takes me days to get a joke or more. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, I continued my exploration. Aside from that, I still had responsibilities. My father made sure of that. I always followed him to different packs within and outside the region and was always assigned duties.

But do you know what is funny? I tend to do really well when it comes to carrying out my duties. I could hold a Moonsinging ritual and deliver it perfectly from the start until the end. I could connect with the stars whenever my dad had to go into a trance and keep him in it for days.

I guess that was the only reason I was still a member of the pack, why my dad had yet to kick me out, and maybe the fact that I ended up getting Thames as my mate. My dad always admired him and would always subtly say he wanted to make him in-laws, but for my sister after me, Iris.

I didn't know if my father was glad that I ended up being his mate—he never showed it. But there was no doubt he was fond of Thames.

I continued walking, getting lost in my thoughts and barely registering my surroundings as my feet carried me deeper into the woods. My mind kept flitting to the events of the past few days – those days when we were at the other packs for missions.

Thames had been by my side since childhood, a shadow, a protector, and finally, my mate, yet despite his unwavering loyalty, something inside me longed for something different—something more.

Eventually, I found myself at the base of a massive oak tree. Without thinking, I lowered my frame against it, feeling the rough bark against my back as I rested my head on it. I closed my eyes, allowing the forest sounds to wash over me—the rustling leaves, chirping birds, and the distant sound of a running stream. The wind hummed through the branches above, a soft lullaby that gradually coaxed me into sleep.

I must have dozed off, for when I next became aware of my surroundings, I felt like I was being watched. The forest had gone unnaturally quiet. My eyes fluttered open, and my breath caught in my throat. I found myself staring up at a man who stood mere feet away from me. His chest was rising and falling in heavy, erratic breaths.

My breath didn't catch in my throat because I was afraid, but because the sight of him stole my breath away. I've seen a lot of good-looking men. Thames was handsome and very attractive, but this man here was the epitome of beauty. I felt like he was used as a blueprint to make others.

He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His face seemed carved from marble—high cheekbones, a strong jaw with day-old stubble, and a straight nose that had clearly been broken at least once but had healed in a way that only added character.

the strands slightly curled from sweat—he looked both rugged and effortlessly handsome. But it was his eyes that truly captured my attention—they were a vivid, almost unnatural green that reminded me of emerald flames, flecked with gold near the pupils. But right

were wide with alarm, frequently darting to look over

packs, but they were in disarray and torn in places. A pendant hung from his neck, partially concealed beneath

his life. He was staring

multiple boots against the forest floor. He turned sharply at the noise, his gaze flickering between me

something unspoken passed between us. Then, without a word,

as six feet—with surprising agility before vaulting into the thick branches above, disappearing into them

happened. Who was he? Why was he being chased? The sensible thing would be to call out to his pursuers and reveal

to me and asked for my

down from the root and settled cross-legged, even as my heart threatened to pound right out of my chest. I focused on appearing peaceful

there?" a gruff voice

Immediately, I scrambled to my feet, brushing leaves from

asked, looking at the group of warriors who had emerged from

twelve of them, clad in armour, all bearing the marks of my father's elite guard. They were armed with short swords and bows, and their expression

scanned the area before his eyes rested

myself

have you

long. I was… finding a

oak tree, then back at me. "Did you see anyone run past here?

mind racing. Despite my better judgement, I wanted to protect

shook my head slowly. I was lost in meditation, and I saw no one

"Meditating?" he glanced toward the leaer. "She must have seen

fired