The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 249 249: Reunion at the oak tree...

Neriah

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

"Yes," another warrior confirmed "She said she hasn't been here long," he pointed out. "If she's been waiting for Thames, surely she would have seen the intruder pass by."

All eyes turned back to me. I felt my mouth go dry. If I don't answer correctly, I might be buried alongside the strange man.

"I was meditating," I said, the half-truth coming more easily than expected. "When I meditate, I … lose track of time and my surroundings. If someone passed by, I wouldn't have noticed."

"Didn't you just say you were waiting for Thames?" Their leader asked again.

Thames came to where I was and took one of my hands, placing tiny kisses on my knuckles before he let out an easy chuckle.

"Ah, well, she's probably just flustered from being questioned and that's enough, you all. I was with her. We had a slight quarrel and she came into the forest. We were together when I got a mindlink from the Alpha and I left her alone to wait for me," he turned to me and gave me a small, reassuring smile. "Right?"

I hesitated, glancing at him before quickly nodding. "Yes, I must have misspoken."

The warrior leader didn't look convinced, but before he could push further, my father let out a huff of frustration.

"Enough of this nonsense," he snapped. "How dare you insinuate that my daughter would know anything about that devil?"

"I'm sorry, Alpha," the warrior leader quickly bowed his head and then turned to me. "I'm sorry, little miss."

My father turned to me, studying my face for what felt like an eternity, his dark eyes boring into mine as if trying to extract the truth by sheer force of will. Finally, he made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat.

"Get out of my sight," he hissed. "Return to the pack immediately. We will discuss your disobedience later."

"Alpha, she wasn't…"

you either, Thames. You know better than to let

be told twice. I dipped my head in submission and hurried away, careful not to look up at the oak tree as I passed. I could feel my father's eyes on my

slow down. My mind racing with the implications of what I had done. I had lied to my father, to the

trouble, I would likely face, I couldn't bring myself to regret my decision. For the first time in my life, I had acted solely on my

strange, electric thrill – the sensation of having taken the first step on a path of my own choosing. Whatever consequences came from this moment, they would be mine to bear, born from a choice that was truly

despite the uncertainty ahead, I couldn't help the

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my father limited movement outside the pack and warriors tripled on each entrance spot. Despite all my

for each other as he was constantly following my father around. Those three days,

bedroom felt like a prison cell as I paced back and forth. The walls seemed to close in with each passing hour. I'd tried subtle questioning at dinner, casual inquires during pack

entire pack was operating under a strange

on the morning of the fourth day. I had woken up earlier than before and was too tired to start my chores, so I just laid on my bed, thinking about nothing when I

my window and saw several alphas arriving, together with the Lycan Leader whom I recognized because of

they arriving when it wasn't

significant was happening – something my father hadn't wanted me to know. With everyone distracted by the important arivals, this

into a pair of worn leather boots and threw a dark cloak over my nightdress. I crept through the silent house, careful to avoid the creaking floorboard outside

navigate through the shadows between cabins. I held my breath as I darted from

a line of wooden post embedded with protective runes that glowed faintly in the pre – dawn light. Two guards stood at the nearest exit, but they were engaged in animated conversation about the unexpected

the gap between post

continued to the forest. My heart was beating from anticipation and thrill. The cool morning air filled my lungs as I ran, branches whipping past my face. Freedom – even if temporary

familiar path, deciding if I didn't see him, I'll come back home immediately before anyone missed me. Dawn was

clearing that led to the oak tree and I stopped running. As I approached the tree, I paused when I noticed someone was there. The closer I

was dressed differently from the other day and his red hair was

beneath the cloak, my messy hair and my breathlessness. The man lifted his head as I drew near and a smile spread across his face – the kind of smile that seemed to hold secrets behind