The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 288

Chapter 288 288: Unexpected Awakening

Lyla

Fire. That's what my eyelids felt like—burning, scorching fire.

My body was a collection of aches. It was as if each muscle was woven with pain, and they were currently screaming in protest as I came to consciousness slowly. Even breathing hurt; my lungs were raw as though I'd inhaled smoke for hours.

Despite the pain, I finally forced my eyes open. The light pierced like needles, and I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of my surroundings. An unfamiliar ceiling came into focus—wooden beams with strange carvings I didn't recognize. The walls were a warm amber color, adorned with handwoven tapestries depicting women all dressed in white, wearing flower crowns on their heads and running through moonlit forests.

Where was I?

My mind felt sluggish as I tried to remember. It was as if it didn't want to put in the work, and the more I tried, the more the back of my head throbbed with pain. But I was able to remember fragments of memories. I remember the shelter in the woods, Clarissa, Beta Jeremy's truck… and then nothing except the pain and fever I was experiencing now.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my right arm, and I jerked, turning in the direction of the movement. The room spun for a minute, but when it settled, I could see a figure through my hazy vision.

"Lyla? Lyla, can you hear me?"

The voice was familiar, but it sounded so distant, as though it were coming from underwater. I blinked again, forcing my vision to focus on the person gripping my hand.

When my eyes finally adjusted to the vision, I relaxed visibly. It was someone I knew.

"Ramsey?" My voice came out as a croak, barely audible.

It was indeed Alpha Ramsey – The Lycan Leader and my mate, though he looked nothing like the polished, confident leader I remembered. His face was covered in bruises—one eye was swollen, a nasty cut was across his cheekbone, and his lower lip was split. A beard covered his jaw, unusual for a man who'd always kept himself meticulously clean-shaven.

Frown lines lined his forehead, making him look years older than when I'd last seen him.

"Why aren't you getting treated?" I slurred, staring at him.

"Lax is just exhausted, so he's healing slowly, but I'm fine," he smiled. "I don't even remember the injury half the time."

I wanted to ask him why Lax was exhausted, but he beat me to it, squeezing my hand and sighing with relief in his eyes.

We weren't sure you'd

him talking, but his words seemed to drift in and out, some reaching me clearly while others faded into

weren't responding... Clarissa said you'd been badly beaten...

voice was gradually became clearer, the underwater quality was receding until I could finally

you so much, Lyla. When I heard what happened at Blue Ridge, I thought I'd

Ridge? What happened

of memory I remember, Blue Ridge—Nathan was preparing to attack the White Mountain Region. My eyes widened with fear as the implications of what

the fight already happened? Did the Dark One

to sit up, but my muscles protested with pain. Ramsey immediately moved to help me,

out?" I asked, trying to lubricate my dry throat with my non-existent

because he reached for a glass of water on the bedside table and held it to my lips. I gulped down the

days," he answered.

full alertness at the mention of her name. "Clarissa? Where is she?

were in Jeremy's truck, Clarissa driving while I drifted in and out of consciousness. Had we been attacked?

"She's in the courtyard, getting some fresh

At least one thing had

pillows. Now that I was more alert, I studied his face properly, reaching up to cradle his jaw. My fingers gently traced the

you? Why are you covered in

told me what happened at Blue Ridge, but before he could answer,

bowl of water and a clean towel. It took me a

and mouth. But her eyes—those warm, knowing eyes—were exactly as I remembered them,

splashed across the wooden floor. The towel followed

in a tight embrace, it was so tight I could barely breathe. "Oh, my

down her cheeks as she examined me. "I thought we'd lost you. When your sister brought

dissolved into sobs as she pulled me close again,

exasperation, though the familiar scent of her—lavender and sage—brought a lump to my throat. But she has always

with an amused grin on his face. Our gaze met over Nanny's shoulders, and he winked at me

be outside waiting," he said, clearly recognizing that Nanny needed this moment. "There's much we need to discuss when you're

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