The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 372: Dreams and awakening...

Lyla

I found myself walking through an empty field that seemed to stretch on forever. The ground beneath my feet was sandy, like endless dunes that rolled toward a horizon I could never reach. A constant breeze whipped around me, carrying fine particles that stung my eyes and filled my mouth with grit.

I walked forward with one hand shielding my face from the dust, while the other rested protectively on my swollen stomach. The twins moved restlessly inside me, as if they too could sense something was wrong with this place. Each step felt heavy, laboured, like walking through thick honey.

The wind carried strange whispers—voices I almost recognised but couldn’t quite place. They spoke of things I didn’t want to hear, warnings and threats that made my skin crawl. It was all muffled sounds, but somehow I could tell they were threats.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

Everything became perfectly, unnaturally calm. The dust settled, the whispers faded, and I found myself standing in absolute silence. I sighed with relief and looked down to check on the babies.

Blood. Dark red streaks ran down my legs, staining the sandy ground beneath my feet.

Panic seized my chest. "No, no, no," I whispered, pressing both hands to my stomach. "Not my babies. Please, not my babies."

The instant the fear took hold, the scene around me shifted like melting wax.

Now I stood in a beautiful garden, sunlight filtering through green leaves and the scent of roses filling the air. I was kneeling beside a flower bed, my hands deep in rich, dark soil as I planted seedlings. The blood was gone, my stomach was back to its normal size, and peace filled my heart.

I felt warm lips press against my cheek, and I looked up to see Ramsey’s face smiling down at me. Love radiated from his eyes as I returned his smile, dirt still clinging to my fingers.

"The boys are having fun," he said, nodding toward an enormous oak tree that dominated the centre of the garden.

I followed his gaze and saw them—two small boys with dark hair and bright amber eyes, chasing each other around the tree’s massive trunk. Their laughter rang like silver bells through the air, pure joy embodied in child form. One looked exactly like Ramsey, while the other had my features softened into masculine lines.

Our sons. Our beautiful, healthy sons.

Ramsey and I stood side by side, watching them play, his arm around my waist as contentment settled over us like a warm blanket. This was everything I’d ever wanted—peace, family, a future free from darkness and fear.

one of

falling like any normal child would, his head somehow became stuck in the sand beneath the tree. He didn’t cry out or struggle—he just knelt there, motionless,

go to him, but my legs felt like they were encased in concrete. I

I called out, turning to ask him

He had vanished as completely

his brother, whose head remained buried in the sand. His sobs echoed through the garden, transforming

my right foot slightly before it slammed back down

scattered echoes in the air, coming from

seep into my bones. "It will come back to you, over and over again. Your

into breaking free from whatever held me. "You’re wrong! We ended

forms, Moonsinger. What you destroyed was

crumble around me, flowers withering, trees dying, my sons fading like mirages in the

they’d been, but my

Then I woke up.

strength. I turned my head and saw Ramsey

his eyes opened immediately, and a broad

murmured, his voice rough with sleep and relief. "How do

don’t know how I feel," I managed,

the medical wing of the pack house, that much was clear from the sterile white walls and the smell

fragments of memory beginning to return.

victory over Xander," Ramsey explained, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back

hand flew immediately to my stomach, panic from the

just stressed and exhausted from

so intensely that tears sprang to

press a gentle kiss

solid and real he felt compared to

"Good or bad?"