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.

with a few marksmen this morning, after which we would train. He was supervising my training sessions, making sure

enough to join me on this journey. A few

through the pack like wildfire, and the once–friendly faces now

Nathan, I lost control and wounded many people, so

greeting. Let them be afraid. Fear was safer than

the stairs two at a time to change into my training clothes before meeting with

Junior, in her arms. For several seconds, we stared at each

here to pick up little things like my training clothes

posture remained regal – befitting her status as Luna. Tired of the staring

she finally greeted

flicked to the baby – soft, pink-cheeked, nestled against her shoulder. I

murmured coolly. "You're

didn't bother to move. Instead, her grip tightened on the baby as she continued staring at me. "I need to speak with you,

narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms, wincing slightly

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

into a thin line. The urge to turn away and leave was strong, but something in her tone – she sounded strained and exhausted – made me

heavily, trying not to show my

around the hallway. "Not here. Come with me." Without waiting for my response, she turned and began walking toward a door a few feet away. Against

room turned out to be a nursery. Soft pastels adorned the walls, and a mobile of silver stars and the moon swayed

crib and gently, with practised ease, placed the baby in the beautifully crafted wooden cot. She lingered momentarily, gazing at the child before straightening

invited you here because I know you wouldn't try anything with the baby present," she said quietly. "You're many things, Lyla, but you're not

escaped my lips as my eyes hardened. "Don't be too sure about that. What do

me