The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 279 279: Hard choices

Lyla

I followed Nathan to the back of the Alpha house down a narrow corridor I'd never explored before.

The pack house was large, with wings and passages I'd never had reason to visit. This section felt older somehow, filled with the musty scent of wood and old paper.

"How much further?" I asked in a whisper. There was something about this place that demanded reverence.

"We're here," Nathan replied, stopping before a metal door. Different symbols and ancient runes were carved on the frame. I recognized some from old pack text, while others felt completely foreign to me.

Nathan produced a heavy iron key from his pocket. It looked ancient, the metal dark with age. The lock clicked open with surprising ease, as if it had been regularly used despite its appearance.

"After you," Nathan said, gesturing for me to enter first.

I hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside.

The moment I stepped into my father's private study, what I saw made me freeze in my tracks.

The room was dimly lit, and the scent of old parchment and cedarwood lingered in the air. My eyes widened as they landed on the wall before me—covered in photographs, clippings, and detailed analysis.

It seemed as if I had just walked into an investigation room. My picture was at the center of the investigation board. In the other spaces on the walls were pictures of me at different stages of my life.

Some were from childhood, and others seemed recent. There was even a picture of me on my college graduation day. Nanny—my mother's face appeared beside mine in most pictures, but they were mostly from when I was younger.

A large idea board on a stand dominated one side of the room as if the one on the wall wasn't enough. It was filled with meticulous notes, diagrams, and calculations. The words "Moonsingers" were scrawled across the board in bold ink, underlined multiple times.

My chest tightened as I stepped closer. I reached out to touch one of the pages pinned to the board, trying to fight the nostalgia that had suddenly seized me.

"My father did all of this?" I managed to ask.

must have had help. When he was still here, he would end our training early with an excuse that he wanted time alone, and

with embarrassment.

huffed. "It's true. They used to fuck around the pack like rabbit because of course they couldn't do it in the pack house. Your mother wasn't pure, Lyla. You have to come

reply, but I decided ignoring him was better. I traced my hand on the other materials on the board. Most of them were information about past Moonsingers. They had

cold shiver ran down my spine,

officially announced as a Moonsinger. How

shrugged, completely unfazed. "I

to the wall. My fingers started tracing the lines connecting different names and places. There were several mentions of the Northern Forest and several question

something caught my attention – a section detailing the Auréans. My heart

circled multiple times,

solution, and in the process, he traced me back to Neriah. There was even detailed documentation about my birth and the things that happened on that day,

paper pinned to the corner. It was a

bow to none, she will rise – the last of her kind, blood of Neriah, vessel of the goddess. Neither wolf nor human but something more, she will bring either salvation or destruction. The choice will be

be the Moonsinger, the other prophecy, and this prophecy speaks of it. All signs point to

who had documented my entire existence – was completely unknown to me. If I had know

my head to clear my thoughts and went back to scanning the other documents I saw there. A heading caught my attention, and I drew closer to look at it. It said, 'How to

open. True enough, there was only enough write-up on the first page; the rest were

forgot that Nathan was in the room with me, and I didn't notice the aura that had suddenly seeped

had stared at me like that

about his presence felt different—darker. His aura made the hair on my arms stand on

He remained silent, but his eyes never left mine, as if he

of his pupils was because of

word to me. He just

courage, I raised my hand to his cheek. The contact sent a jolt through me, but I maintained composure and began humming a healing tone I'd learned recently. It was

He kept watching me intently; if anything, the only changes I noticed were his muscles tensing

the wall he had been