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."

I could only cough, spattering blood on

were simply a distraction. This time, I've gathered armies

me as everything became clearer. This wasn't just about Nathan, me, or even the pack. This was about domination on a scale I could barely

fight," I managed to

armies." His voice lowered. "And right now, Ramsey plans to marry Cassidy and unlock the power of the white moon throne, making

struggled weakly, but I was too battered, too

second thought, I don't anymore. You've played your role perfectly." He

toward the door. I panicked. If he left me here, everyone would die—and

myself to appear even weaker than I was. "Please," I begged, allowing tears to fill my eyes. "Don't leave

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

to heal me and couldn't use my

"I'm saving you from losing all your power and killing

vision was beginning to blur, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away. But I forced myself to maintain my grip on his ankle, using it to pull

powers for several minutes now. I could feel a tiny reserve of strength building inside me—not much, but perhaps

trying to

strength and every ounce of

the far wall with a sickening crunch. The impact left a

waited, heart pounding,