The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 276 276: What war?

Lyla

I strolled, my barefoot pressing softly into the earth beneath me as I continued through the familiar path.

The morning sun streaked through the dense trees, casting a warm, golden glow that settled over my skin. Each breath I took was heavy, but there was peace in how my chest rose and fell – a calm that had been absent since everything had fallen apart.

Nathan had tortured me until I had no other choice but to take the blood oath.

So now, I still carried the bruises from the torture and had purposely refused to remember anything about it. Instead, I'd think of the future rather than the ordeal I'd had to go through. These days, the forest has become my sanctuary, as it had always been.

But now, it was also my healing ground. Since Nymeris died, the emptiness inside me seemed to grow deeper. The severed bond had left a hollow ache that pulsed every time I tried to reach for her.

She had become my companion, my strength, my other half. Healing myself without Nymeris felt impossible initially, but slowly, I learned I could speed up the healing process with my abilities.

I stared at the bruises on my arms, ugly purple reminders of my torture; they were finally beginning to fade, but the scar in my heart would never heal. I closed my eyes, placed my palm flat on a tall oak tree, and stilled.

The herbs, the trees, the plants—everything that thrived in the earth's embrace responded to my quiet, desperate need, allowing me to draw strength from their energy and mend my battered body.

I stayed like that for a few seconds before I opened my eyes, feeling refreshed. I stared at the purple bruises again, relieved they had vanished entirely. A few more cycles, and I'll be as good as new.

"Thank you," I murmured with a grateful smile, feeling the life around me.

This was the reason I was still fighting. This connection grounded me and reminded me that I was still here, still fighting. Drawing one last breath, I turned and returned to the pack.

Packhouse building. Nathan should be there. He was meeting with a few marksmen this morning, after which we would train. He

a lot, but I was glad he was kind enough to join me on this journey. A few pack members crossed my path. Their

had spread quickly through the pack like wildfire, and the once–friendly faces now regarded me with

control and wounded many

Let them be afraid. Fear

to change into my training clothes before meeting with Nathan, but just as I rounded the corner, I stopped

For several seconds,

of my time at the Beta's house – that's with Nathan than here at the Alpha's house and only came here to pick up little things like my training clothes or something too inconsequential. I'd decided to take all my belongings and finally move into Beta's house, where Nathan was staying, but

Vanessa looked tired; dark circles shadowed her eyes, but her posture remained regal – befitting her status as Luna. Tired of the staring contest,

she finally greeted

flicked to the baby – soft,

I murmured coolly.

to move. Instead, her grip tightened on the baby as she continued staring at me. "I need

arms, wincing slightly as my bruises

"There are … a lot of things I'd rather talk about than

strong, but something in her tone – she sounded

heavily, trying not to show my exasperation.

around the hallway. "Not here. Come with me." Without waiting for my response, she turned and began

silver stars and the moon swayed gently

with practised ease, placed the baby in the beautifully crafted wooden cot. She

the baby present," she said

"Don't be too sure about that. What do you want, Luna

call me