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.

the Moon Goddess. We weren't sure

drift in and out, some reaching me clearly while others faded into a distant hum. I concentrated, trying to focus on

broke yesterday, but you weren't responding... Clarissa said you'd been badly beaten... lucky

voice was gradually became clearer, the underwater quality was receding

happened at Blue Ridge,

What happened

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

already happened? Did the Dark One win?

moved to help me, his hands held me gently as he propped pillows behind my

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

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

he

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

drifted in

the courtyard, getting some fresh air.

At least one thing had gone

studied his face properly, reaching up to cradle his jaw. My fingers gently traced the outline of a particularly nasty bruise near

happened to you? Why are you

hadn't told me what happened at Blue Ridge, but before

entered carrying a bowl of water and a clean towel. It took me a moment to recognize her—Nanny

streaking her once-dark hair and new lines etched around her eyes and mouth. But her eyes—those warm, knowing eyes—were exactly as I remembered them, and she was

me awake and sitting up, the bowl slipped from her hands, and the water splashed across the wooden floor. The towel followed too, soaking up the way that

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

her cheeks as she examined me. "I thought we'd lost you. When your sister brought you in, so pale, so

words dissolved into sobs as she pulled me close again, rocking slightly as she had when I

exasperation, though the familiar scent of her—lavender and sage—brought a lump to

stood up with an amused grin on his face. Our gaze met over Nanny's shoulders, and he

clearly recognizing that Nanny needed this moment.

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