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.

been able to do that. They

as I ran: Neriah had been so immature, so headstrong and stubborn. Her stubbornness was 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

my people in a way—the ghosts of my people. If Xander could return them to their normal state, then maybe his curse would

legs could carry me. Nanny had warned me of a war that would shake our

skidded to a stop, my feet slipped against the dirt. A Trinax was blocking my path. I stared intently at it sucking in a breath when I

rising and falling. "I don't have time for this," I said, trying to

me squarely in the chest. The impact sent me flying backwards slamming me against the trunk of a nearby tree. Pain exploded through my body as I crashed against the tree

feel anger simmering within

wrong emotion could tip the balance causing you to discharge an amount of power

time to start teaching me proper control now, the only thing for me to do was suppress my

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

he raised his hand to send another bolt of energy, I instinctively lifted both hands to shield myself, crossing my wrists in front of my face. Instantly, a blue

at my hands

before the bushes rustled violently around me. Low, guttural snarls filled the air. My heart sank. I turned immediately to the direction of the sound

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 Feral on my flank bit down hard

force its jaws open. The moment my palms touched its fur,

rushing towards me in a coordinated attack. I wanted to sing but the next thing I found

rose from somewhere deep within me. As the melody vibrated through the air, each Feral stopped in their tracks and their red eyes shifted completely changing to a normal black color,

another attack but they just

Mr. Dupree had recovered and was staring at me with undisguised shock. I knew what this meant—trouble. He would go straight to Xander and tell him

him somehow. To my surprise, blue spirals of energy shot from my fingertips, wrapping around Mr. Dupree and binding him tightly.