The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 253 253: The night that chaned everythbing III

Neriah

"The alliance between the Auréans and the Western Cliffs – although I heard they're in the process of changing their name dates back to Seven Generations," he explained. "Originally formed during the Great Drought when both territories needed to share resources to survive. That is how your people and why your people were finally accepted as part of the werewolf communities."

"How do you know all this?" I asked, genuinely curious now.

"Let's just say I've had an educational upbringing," he replied with a mysterious smile. He sampled a small piece of the honeyed apple and nodded approvingly. "Like your feast preparations – thorough and thoughtful."

I couldn't help but smile at the compliment. There was something magnetic about him – a self-assured grace that seemed both natural and practised. I could also tell he was a Lycan, though his aura felt different – stronger somehow, more contained, like a closed fire that could roar to life at any moment.

After helping pick food, still engaging in conversation about everything from traditional cooking methods to territorial trade agreements, he turned to me with a smile. He had picked up a glass of the fermented honey mead and was swirling the liquid lazily.

"But food – food is a particular passion of mine." His gaze flicked over my face. "You're not much of a drinker I see."

My fingers tightened around my plate. "Not tonight."

"Wise decision," he murmured, taking a slow sip from his glass and not bothering to find out why.

There was something about him – something that made the air around us feel heavier. He had this swag around him that seemed different from the warriors and the nobles I regularly met – less rigid formality and more genuine charm.

you here alone?" he asked

My brow furrowed. "No."

turned fully toward me. His amber eyes locked onto mine. "I've taken enough of your time and attention," though his expression

I ask

slipped out. Normally, I was more guarded with strangers, especially at formal

testing how it felt to say my name. "Would you save a dance

I stiffened.

an imaginary cap in ga esture that seemed strange yet charming. "Until then," he said and walked away with the same confidence with which

my chest that I couldn't quite name. It took me several moments to realize I was still holding the plate of

"Neriah!"

he'd hurried to reach me. He had an uncomfortable look on his face, his usual easy smile was replaced by

to where the mysterious man had vanished among

still rattled. "I don't know. He

my shoulder, searching the crowd. His hand remained firmly around my wrist. "You don't know who

I repeated, shaking my head. "He didn't introduce himself. Just talked

drew me closer to himself, pulling me with an urgency I was not used to. His fingers were cold against mine and I

Leader. Rian," he announced in a hushed voice, his eyes still scanning the crowd warily. He recently returned from the Lycan packs overseas." Thames grip on

seemed perfectly charming