The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 281

Chapter 281 281: Hard choices III

Lyla

"A perfect medium? You are trying to tell me that you know when and how I was born?"

He nodded. "I followed your mother from the small shack where she gave birth to you, outside the Moon Temple, of course. Your birth woke me up, and then I followed your little journey up until she came to Blue Ridge pack, and your step-mother Luna Vanessa had to come to terms that her husband is a cheat."

"My mother was also deceived."

"I know," he nodded, "but I'm not talking about her either. Do you know what makes you extra special?"

I tried not to show curiosity. "What?"

"Your mother is a high priestess. Do you know what power she possesses? And then she passed a lot of it to you, Lyla. You don't just sing and heal with your voice. You're capable of so much more, but it's good you're not in touch with the other side of your powers. It benefits me."

"Was that why you were wary of Nymeris?"

He didn't answer. He evaded the question. "Now, I know that still forcing you to take the blood oath is a big scam. Thankfully, Nathan is here."

"You didn't tell me how you started influencing, Nathan?" I interrupted him. I wanted to buy more time.

"He made himself a willing host".

"How?"

died, he opened up himself, and I saw the perfect

aura hovering around Nathan's form.

whispered, the name leaving my lips as more accusation

an expression that looked

familiar tone and something older, more sinister.

of him," I demanded, my hands balling into fists

"I only use Nathan as my medium. But during that cleansing ceremony, when Nathan came to wake you in the world of your mind? That's when I

that strange, dreamlike state where Nathan had appeared

he was just prey in a world of predators." He chuckled. "All these things Nathan is doing? I do not influence them. Nathan's demons have always been his own. I merely gave them a nudge in the right

"You're lying."

Nathan's strings. But I'm telling you now—the things Nathan's done, the blood he's spilled, the war he's waging—it's all him. His anger, his jealousy, his hunger for power. I only stood back and watched

from my father's desk. One of the unexpected advantages of my Moonsinger abilities was enhanced

by my improvised weapon. "If you injure me, you're injuring Nathan indirectly," he said, his voice

boiled within me. I was so sick of being manipulated and being a pawn in everyone else's games. "Get. Out. Of. Him," I

"Make me," Xander whispered.

for his shoulder—a blow that would hurt but not cause permanent damage. He dodged so quickly that I didn't see him grabbing my arm and twisting until I dropped my weapon. It hit the floor

I was angry now.

suppress my emotion because I didn't want to end up killing everyone like Neriah did.

threw my weight forward, knocking him back against the wall of photographs. My fist connected with his jaw, and I felt a rush of satisfaction at the surprised

wiping a trickle of blood from

have no idea," I replied,

of punches, most of which I managed to block, though a few connected painfully with my ribs. I responded with a roundhouse kick I'd learned during my brief

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