The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 354: When love becomes weaponized.

Lyla

Ramsey’s arms tightened around me as he turned to face him. "Xander, it’s surprising to see you here."

"You’re smarter than Rian, I agree. I’m still having a hard time believing that you would set yourself and your people up to lure me in and gather information. I’m impressed, you managed to rid me of my armies, and yet you want to take her from me again? Remember what happened the last time you tried?"

Ramsey arched a brow at him. "What do you mean?

"Rian, the first Lycan Leader from White Moon Throne, whom Neriah was promised to do, I killed him and Thames, Neriah’s real mate, whom you stole. I killed both Rian and Thames. I made them fight each other. I wouldn’t want to do that to you."

"I am not any of them, Xander and whatever residue from your past, I hope you can drop them and realise, we’re in the future. I wouldn’t want to fast forward your death.

Xander laughed. "My death? Oh, Ramsey, you always were so limited in your thinking. Death is merely another form of evolution for those who are smart enough to embrace it. I have died so many times that I have lost count. If dying is my fate, then I don’t want it."

"Is that what you call murdering innocent people?" Ramsey shot back, his voice heavy with disgust. "Evolution?"

"I call it necessity," Xander replied smoothly. "The weak serve the strong. It’s the natural order. I am strong, and I will ensure that your race is wiped from history. Your father’s before you killed my sister. I gave my service to the Lycans, and my reward? Taking away the only family I have."

While they were still talking, I caught movement in my peripheral vision.

Behind Xander, barely visible through the lingering smoke, Nanny was moving. She pressed herself low against the ground, using the debris from the explosion as cover. Her movements were painfully slow but deliberate—every step calculated to avoid making even the slightest sound.

I had to keep Xander’s attention focused on us.

"Can you stop living in the past. You cannot come after a generation because of the sins of their fathers?"

"You have no idea what I had to go through, Lyla. Neriah was going to be mine. We had everything, instant connection..."

your mate to begin with. You only approached her because you felt she could take away the curse from breaking the blood oath..."

have seen things for myself, and aside from being a coward, you lie so much that your lies are beginning to look like the truth. Whatever hold

to show me how much she cared about me. I know you love me, Lyla. You may not know this, but I do. If I had not held myself back

to heart. In desperation, I kept talking to

think I’d ever choose you

This isn’t about choice anymore. You’re going to help me whether you want to

him, Nanny had reached her position. She knelt in the shadows directly behind Xander, her hands began to move in complex

I demanded, forcing myself to look only at Xander’s face. "Destroy everything good in

better," he corrected. "A world where power isn’t wasted, where everyone is equal. A world where Omegas are seen as living things and not made sacrificial

clouds, but I could

flatly. "The old world order

"About finally putting power where it belongs—in the hands of those who

her hands pulsed once, twice, then spread outward

draining away like water through a sieve. They didn’t cry out or struggle—they collapsed, their glowing

spun around, his face twisting with

attack. The moment my skin touched his, power flowed between us—but not the way he expected. Instead of him draining my energy, I channelled lunar energy directly into

as his power flickered and died. "What—how

you," I finished grimly, tightening my grip. Silver light crawled up his arm where

produced heavy silver chains from our emergency

their enhanced strength but their aggressive conditioning. They looked around with confused, almost

minutes, we had Xander surrounded—Ramsey, Caius, Terra, Sage, Circe, Nanny, and my guards forming a tight circle around

should cooperate with us," Ramsey said calmly, though I could see the tension in his shoulders. "Things don’t have to

my skin crawl. "You can do anything you want to me," he said conversationally. "But if you harm me—even so

confident expression faltered. "That is not what the