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."

but I could only

really the game plan," he continued, enjoying my helplessness. "They were simply a distraction. This time,

or even the pack. This was about domination on

will fight," I managed to gasp

the danger and number of my armies." His voice lowered. "And

effortlessly. I struggled weakly, but I was

don't anymore. You've played your role perfectly." He smiled, the expression chilling on Nathan's face. "If you can survive here, perhaps I'll make you my

unceremoniously, turning toward the door. I panicked. If he

I was. "Please," I begged, allowing tears to fill

was broken and defeated. I needed to buy time to

me and couldn't use

dancing in his eyes. "You should be grateful," he said. "I'm saving you

But I forced myself to maintain

feel a tiny reserve

he muttered, trying

had left, channeling my physical strength and every

the far wall with a sickening crunch. The impact left

waited, heart pounding, but he didn't