The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 355: The interpretation...

Ramsey

The journey back to the pack house passed in suffocating silence.

Our vehicles moved through the late evening like a funeral procession, as if it was carrying the corpses of victory and betrayal in equal measure.

Xander sat securely in the reinforced transport; he seemed a little willing to come with us. Just before he was loaded at the back of the truck, our gaze met and held – his had a hint of amusement.

The drive back to the pack house felt like the longest journey of my life. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, trying to process everything that had happened.

Xander’s words kept reechoing in my mind. You won’t tell him about the babies.

Everyone knew that Lyla was pregnant, even Lenny and Caius knew. It was just me. I was the stupid person.

Lyla sat beside me in the passenger seat, stealing glances when she thought I wasn’t looking. I could feel her anxiety rolling off her in waves, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak to her. What was I supposed to say? How long had she been planning to keep this from me?

When we finally reached the pack house, I parked and got out of the car without looking at her. I needed space. I needed time to think.

"Ramsey, we need to talk," she raced after me as I headed toward the back of the pack house.

I stopped in the foyer but couldn’t turn around. If I looked at her right now, I might say something I’d regret forever.

"I need to rest, Lyla. We’ll talk later."

"But—"

"Later."

The word came out harsher than I intended, but I couldn’t take it back. I walked away, leaving her standing alone.

I continued walking with no conscious direction in my mind. I found myself at the lake, close to the borders of the pack. I collapsed onto the wooden bench, staring out at the water.

The waning evening sun reflected on the surface of the lake, broken and incomplete. Just like everything else in my life right now.

She lied to me. Lyla looked at me every day and lied to me.

The thought circled through my mind over and over again. Not just about the pregnancy, though that cut deeper than any physical wound, but about everything. How many conversations had we shared where she actively chose to keep this secret?

How many times had she looked me in the eye and said nothing?

the betrayal wasn’t even the worst

The prophecy was.

Moonsinger’s sacrifice shall

hoping they meant something else, but now I knew it was

the Moonsinger. The last of her bloodline, blessed with the power that flowed directly from Neriah herself. With everything that had happened now, I knew I was no Moon Priest, but one thing was clear: she would have to die to stop

was pregnant with

this point. I was so miserable that it felt as

thinking, Lax’s voice whispered in

know what I’m

prophecy doesn’t have to mean what we think

bitterly, the sound echoing across the water. "Doesn’t it? ’The

be another

the bench. "She’s pregnant, Lax. If the prophecy

fell silent for a long moment. When he spoke again, his voice was heavy

you know Lyla. If she believes this is what needs to happen, she’ll find a way to do it

she never gets

Besides, it’s not like she’s

requires difficult

you care

We lapsed into silence.

sun to set completely, replaced by the faint light of the half-moon coming out.

through the grass, but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t need to, as

the bench without speaking. Her presence was oddly comforting, like

and went somewhere to be alone, Circe would always find me and sit with me until the pain in my

sat and watched

you allow me to make the

find the words to

gentle touch of someone who’d comforted countless

my body. The rhythmic motion was hypnotic, and despite everything

later, I gave in to

was no twin moon in the sky. I jerked awake, looking around me. Was everything over? Did Lyla survive? Did the reign

to gather my thoughts,

spotted Circe and Lenny leaning close to each

gone. "You can’t

the old magics as well as I do. The balance must be