The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

266: The step-up...

Lyla

I ran through the forest, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.

The earth beneath my feet blurred into streaks of green and brown. My breath was ragged, my body trembling and stumbling over exposed roots, my knees hitting the ground hard. But I scrambled up again, pushing forward, desperate to keep moving. I had to.

The revelation I'd just discovered about my past—about my life as Neriah—rang in my mind. Everything I knew—everything I had believed—had been part of the large truth. A spec of what was the truth.

Everything made sense for the first time since discovering I was the Moonsinger. The visions, the strange familiarity with powers I'd never used, the pull I felt toward both Ramsey, Nathan and the mysterious Corvus or Xander or the Dark One. It wasn't a coincidence. I was the karmic reincarnation of Neriah.

I was Neriah reborn, I wasn't just some girl with pheromones, I was cursed – the pheromones, at least mine was a curse. A punishment for Neriah's wrongdoings many lives ago and if I didn't stop the cycle from repeating itself, everyone would die.

Contrary to the legends that painted Neriah as a hero and Xander—or Corvus, or the Dark One as he was called in different tales—as a villain from the beginning, the truth was far more complex. Like everyone, Xander had been a victim of circumstance. The problem was, that he was now beyond remedy.

Xander had been a pawn in the hands of fate, of power-hungry rulers, of the Moon Goddess herself. He had been driven to madness, to vengeance by the greed of my father – well, Neriah's father.

If only he had not taken laws into his hands, maybe made a report after discovering they were sacrificing women with pheromones to the White Moon Throne, he would have been given a fair judgment.

He had acted out of anger and on his own accord and had incurred the wrath of the Moon Goddess on himself and she had given him to evil and cursed his mind and the only remedy would be the Blood oath with the very people whom he had wronged.

For Xander to finally be restored to his original form and break the cycle he has to find an original Auréans and have them lift the curse by entering a Blood oath with him and they're the only ones that could really kill him.

why for centuries, no one – none of the Moonsingers before me had been able to do that. They could

the reason an entire race had been wiped out. Her father's greed to merge a race singled by the Moon Goddess for a different purpose, to turn them into what they were not meant to

break a curse. The Ferals were my people in a way—the ghosts of my people. If

as my legs could carry me. Nanny had warned me of a war that would shake our world and make thousands

my path, causing me to slow down automatically. I skidded to a stop, my feet slipped against the dirt. A

heavily, my chest was rising and falling. "I don't have time for

from Mr. Dupree's hand, hitting me squarely in the chest. The impact sent me flying backwards slamming me against

could feel anger simmering within me,

cycle. The slightest wrong emotion

there was no time to start teaching me proper control now, the only

deep breath, forcing the anger down. "I'm not in the mood right now," I said evenly, pushing myself to my feet and trying to move past him

a blue shield materialized, covering me completely. The energy bolt hit the shield and rebounded, throwing Mr Dupree backwards with such force that he crashed

at my hands

heart sank. I turned immediately to the direction of the sound and I saw seven Ferals emerging from the bush, their red eyes glowing. Their jaws were snapping as they snarled – an indication they wanted to

The first Feral lunged, sailing through the air toward me. I managed to dodge it, rolling to the side, but I wasn't fast enough to avoid the second attack. A

touched its fur, blue energy pulsed from my hands into the creature. Almost immediately, it released my shoulder and dropped to the ground at my feet,

others started rushing towards me in a coordinated attack. I wanted to sing but the

the melody vibrated through the air, each Feral stopped in their tracks and their red eyes shifted completely changing to a normal black color,

in a breath, expecting another attack but they just gathered around me, licking their paws. They looked

staring at me with undisguised shock. I knew what this meant—trouble. He would go straight

shot from my fingertips, wrapping around Mr. Dupree and binding him tightly. Amazed and stunned at what I'd just done, I started to move