The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 282 282: The fight...

Lyla

I tried to rise, but he was on me instantly. Each blow he landed on me weakened me more until my attempts to defend myself became feeble.

I just held up my hand over my head, trying not to succumb to the pain I felt. I wished there was something I could do. I wish Nymeris was here.

For one, I didn't want to cause too much damage because Nathan was somewhere inside him, and I couldn't risk it. On the other hand, I had to survive. I had to fight back.

I kept whispering the words to myself until he landed one vicious strike to my face, and it sent me crashing to the ground. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I tried to push myself up, but my body was shaking, and I fell back to the ground.

I rolled on the floor. I wanted to scream out the pain that was coursing through me in strong waves, but my voice couldn't come.

He came to stand over me; he wasn't even breathing hard. Unlike me, that felt like my lungs would finally jump out of my body.

"Lyla," he crooned, "I wish I could express how turned on I am with this fight you're trying to put up. I wish we had met in saner climes, then I could have fucked out that rage in you."

I glared at him.

"Did you really think you could defeat me?" he asked, his voice was dripping with contempt.

He bent down, his face inches from mine. "I'll see you after I take over this world," he whispered. That is, if you survive. You'd only be in the way of what comes next."

speak, but I could only cough, spattering blood on the

the Ferals were never really the game plan," he continued, enjoying my helplessness. "They were simply a distraction. This time, I've gathered armies from every world—humans, other were-creatures like panthers and foxes, even vampires." His eyes

me as everything became clearer. This wasn't just about Nathan, me, or

I managed to gasp

as they see the danger and number of my armies." His voice lowered. "And right now, Ramsey plans to marry Cassidy and unlock the power

me by the throat, lifting me effortlessly. I struggled weakly, but I was too battered, too drained to put up

"But on second thought, I don't anymore. You've played your role perfectly." He smiled, the expression chilling

If he left me here, everyone would die—and it would

even weaker than I was. "Please," I begged,

I wanted him to think I was broken and defeated. I needed to buy time

me and couldn't use my moon singing ability on myself, I had to rely on my wits to get out

dancing in his eyes. "You should be grateful," he said. "I'm saving you from losing all your power and killing everyone like Neriah did. I'll do the killing

I forced myself to maintain my grip on his ankle, using

feel a tiny reserve of strength building inside me—not much, but perhaps

he muttered, trying to shake

my physical strength and every ounce of power I could muster. The effect

a sickening crunch. The impact left a massive dent in the plaster, and

pounding, but he