The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 260 260: The truth is... I had no idea.

Lyla

I came alive with a loud gasp as my eyes flew open, consciousness rushing back to me like a tidal wave.

The sunlight seared through the trees, warm and merciless. My body felt heavy like I'd been asleep for years instead of hours. A dull ache throbbed in my skull, and as I slowly adjusted my eyes, the world around me swayed.

I was lying on my back in the middle of the Northern forest clearing, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling my nose. Neriah's sword was nowhere to be found. For a moment, I just breathed, staring up at the golden sky filtering through the canopy above. It felt unreal—like I wasn't truly back. But the pounding in my head was too real, my limbs too sore.

How long had I been out?

I groaned, forcing myself up onto my elbows. The fragments of my trance still swirled in my mind like scattered puzzle pieces – faces, voices and sensations all jumbled together. The moment I lifted my head, dizziness washed over me in nauseating waves, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut. My breathing was ragged, and my throat felt parched.

I tried to stand up but my legs gave out. Positioning myself on all fours, I crawled out of the forest to where my bag was outside of it.

Dragging myself upright, I reached for my bag—thank the goddess, it was still intact. My hands fumbled with the straps as I pulled out my water flask, unscrewing the cap with shaking fingers before bringing it to my lips. Cool water gushed down my throat, soothing the dryness.

The first gulp was heaven, cool liquid sliding down my parched throat and bringing immediate relief. I drank greedily until I had to stop for breath, inhaling deeply before taking another long sip.

"Okay, Lyla. Think," I muttered to myself, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "What did you see? What does it mean?"

The visions had been so vivid—the ancient pack, the rituals, Thames... Thames with his piercing eyes that somehow seemed so familiar. And the power, the incredible surge of energy that had flowed through my veins like liquid fire.

Dried leaves and twigs where clinging to my hair and clothes. My limbs still felt like lead ane every movement sent waves of discomfort over me. I needed to give my body time to reboot.

I managed to find a tree trunk and relaxed against it. I exhaled deeply, pressing my fingers to my temple, trying to piece together the vision I had just witnessed. My past life as Neriah. Corvus—no, Xander. The Dark One. And what I had done to him. From everything I gathered from the vision, I didn't even know who was the villain anymore.

Everyone seemed to be hurt. Did Neriah run away with Thames? The vision I had about being in a field with lots of dead people with Ramsey and Nathan dead… does it connect to everything?

Everything I thought I knew… it had all been a lie.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I sat there, staring at my trembling hands. What do I do now?

Return to White Moon Pack? Face Ramsey? Confront him about the truth?

Or…

swallowed, my stomach twisting. I could go to Blue

To Thames.

No—Nathan.

had reminded me of him,

yet everything inside me told me he was connected to me. My heart clenched

in White Moon meant being surrounded by people who had lied to me my whole life. The betrayal settled like a stone in my

legs wobbling beneath me. My vision blurred, but I forced myself forward, stumbling toward the

gradually as I approached the edge of the woods, sunlight breaking through

the trees, the bright sunlight made me

Nathan.

black SUV, arms crossed over his broad chest, his expression unreadable as he watched me emerge from the trees. My heart sank in my chest, and for a

sight of him stole

Nathan's face wavered, shifting into Thames'—the same sharp jaw, the same stormy eyes

didn't know if my feet moved toward him, or if he came to me first, but suddenly,

get in," he said, his voice smooth but

I was doing there. He didn't question why I had just stumbled out of the forest like a lost child. He only opened the car door and

ask him how he knew where to find me, why he was here, if he knew about my visions—but exhaustion weighed my tongue down, and all I could do was let my head rest against his shoulder

ride to Blue Ridge was

If he

didn't

stepped out and barked orders to the nearest maid. "Take

I stiffened. "Your room?"

a long moment,

And then he left.

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me into a lavish room different from Nathan's room. I've never been to this part of his house. The room was big and beautiful and smelled of cedarwood and something distinctly him. They didn't ask questions, only carried out

bathed me, scrubbing the dirt and sweat from my skin, brushing out the tangles in

wasn't Neriah, yet I was.

a past that wasn't mine, yet it shaped everything

creak

The door had opened.

first, I thought it was Nathan, but then I saw

Clarissa.

flickered over the