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…

my stomach twisting. I could go to Blue

To Thames.

No—Nathan.

Thames in my vision that had reminded me of him, a similarity

me told me he was connected

here. I needed answers, and staying in White Moon meant being surrounded by people who had lied to me my whole life. The betrayal settled like a stone in my

pushed myself to my feet, my legs wobbling beneath me. My

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

trees, the bright sunlight made me squint,

Nathan.

emerge from the trees. My heart sank in

of him

the same stormy eyes

if my feet moved toward him, or if he came to me first, but suddenly, he was right there. His hands were firm as they caught my

he said, his voice

dazed. He didn't ask what I was doing there. He didn't question why I had just stumbled out of the forest like a lost child. He only

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

Blue

felt the same pull I did. If he knew what I had seen. My fingers

he didn't

and barked orders to the nearest maid. "Take her to my room

I stiffened. "Your room?"

for a long moment, his face unreadable

And then he left.

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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

the tangles

made the memories flood back stronger. I wasn't Neriah, yet I was. I

wasn't mine, yet

creak

The door had opened.

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

Clarissa.

as they flickered over the maids, then settled on me. "Out,"