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

To Thames.

No—Nathan.

spine. There had been something about Thames in my vision that had reminded me of him, a similarity that

I knew nothing about, yet everything inside me told me he was connected to me. My heart clenched at the thought, confusion

I couldn't stay here. I needed answers, and staying in White Moon meant being surrounded by people who had lied to me my whole life. The betrayal

beneath me. My vision blurred, but I forced myself forward, stumbling toward the path that led

approached the edge of the woods, sunlight breaking through in larger

the trees, the bright sunlight made me squint, and

Nathan.

his broad chest, his expression unreadable as he watched me emerge from the trees. My heart sank in my chest, and for a moment, I wondered if I was still in a

of him stole my

face wavered, shifting into Thames'—the same sharp jaw, the same

or if he came to me first, but suddenly, he was right

he said, his voice smooth

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

to Blue Ridge was

wondering if he felt the same pull I did. If he knew what I had seen. My fingers curled into

he didn't say a

and barked orders to the nearest

I stiffened. "Your room?"

a long moment, his face unreadable before he simply said, "Rest. We'll talk

And then he left.

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his house. The room was big and beautiful and smelled of cedarwood and

out the tangles in my hair. Their hands were gentle, but my mind was

I wasn't Neriah, yet I was. I wasn't

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

sharp creak made me

The door had opened.

first, I thought it was Nathan,

Clarissa.

ice as they flickered over the maids,