The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 290 290: Healing song...

Lyla

The ring felt heavy on my finger now. When Ramsey had first proposed, I had been giddy with joy, but now it was different. Marriage was the last thing on my mind, not with the knowledge of how to defeat the Dark One in my mind, too.

I contemplated telling him about the contents of my father's letter but I knew he wouldn't understand.

I stared at the ring for the longest time, then lifted my head up to smile at him.

"We will get married," I started "But can we do it after this fight with the Dark One?"

"What difference does it make?" he said quietly. I need to know that I can never be separated from you. These past few weeks without you here, I went insane. I don't want that anymore."

"This is…sudden," I managed to say. "We're in the middle of a war. I've been unconscious for days. Nathan – Xander – is raising armies against us. And you want us to get married? Don't you think that would be too insensitive of us?"

"Don't say that, Lyla. I'm sure everyone will agree that this has gone on for long without us making it official. Besides, it's not going to be a large ceremony. Just our prospective families, a few elders and the Joining Priest. That's all. I know the timing isn't ideal," he acknowledged. "But that's exactly why I'm doing this now. We don't know how much time we have left. Nathan's forces are regrouping as we speak. The next attack could come any day."

"And you think marrying me is the solution?" I couldn't keep the skepticism from my voice.

"I think marrying you is what I want, war or no war. Love is sometimes the solution," he replied. "But yes, there's more to it. You're a Moonsinger, Lyla and not just any kind, a Moonsinger with blood ties to the Auréans. You're Neriah's reincarnation, and I believe our union would unlock the power of the White Moon Throne."

The prophecy from my father's study flashed through my mind: When the moon bleeds red and wolves bow to none, she will rise – the last of her kind, blood of Neriah, vessel of the goddess."

"You don't even know what that means. You don't believe in the powers of the White Moon Throne," I said quietly. "Neither do I, fully."

"But I'm willing to give it a shot if it would help to save the people," Ramsey countered. "I know that you're special and that your abilities are unique. And I know that being with you feels right, in a way nothing else ever has."

For a moment, I wanted to tell him, but I knew it would break our hearts.

I flashed him another smile, hoping it would hide the pain that I

right now," I said finally. "Not until I've regained my strength, taking control of this entire situation with the Ferals and since

his eyes widened "Your wolf? What happened to

to hide the guilt that I felt for killing my own wolf, but I couldn't. Instead, I lowered my head and wrung my fingers. "I killed her in order to allow my moonsinging abilities to

arm comfortingly. "I'm so sorry, I can imagine the kind of pain

was the worst experience ever, but I'm hoping I will overcome it

"I'm so sorry."

important than getting married right now, like coming up with

do first." He nodded. "Whatever you

"And after?" I asked.

the battle to Nathan. We end this, once and for all." The ring glinted on my

had no idea how much devastation it would cause if we spent weeks and months fighting with the dark one. Our world would become like the Northern Forest. That alone was

safe. My sense of duty seems to be growing with every passing second. As I stared out the window, I could see the sky darkening and storm clouds gathering on the horizon—a perfect backdrop for the choices I

now," Ramsey said, standing. "We'll talk more

you too," I called after him as he moved to the door.

back with a confused expression. "What

always being

before

and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. I needed air. I needed to feel the air beneath my feet and the sky above my head. I can no longer wait

As soon as my feet hit the ground, the room spun in circles as dizziness washed over me. I grabbed the edge

to myself. "Five days of sleep is

to supporting my weight after days of lying down, doing nothing. The first step was the hardest – it was as if I was a child, learning to take her first walk. I wobbled and fell but then

fifth and sixth steps came easier. By the time I reached the door, I was moving with something close

afternoon. I had no idea of the layout of this place, and the last time I had come here, I had