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

head somehow became stuck in the sand beneath the tree. He didn’t

but my legs felt like they were encased in concrete. I couldn’t lift my feet, couldn’t take even one step toward

to ask him to help

husband. He had vanished as completely as if he’d

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

foot slightly before it slammed back down to

it—a voice like scattered echoes in the air,

bones. "It will come back to you, over and over again. Your children will pay for your victories. Your happiness will always be temporary. You killed one, but a thousand will rise. That is

every ounce of strength into breaking free from whatever held

forms, Moonsinger. What you destroyed was just one face of the darkness.

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

I reached desperately for where they’d been, but my hands grasped only

Then I woke up.

I turned my head and saw Ramsey lying on

immediately, and a broad smile spread across his face when he saw

with sleep and relief. "How do

dry and scratchy. "I don’t know how

my mouth, I scanned the room around us. We were in the medical wing of the pack house, that much was clear from the sterile white walls and the smell of antiseptic. Soft morning light filtered through the windows, suggesting I’d been unconscious

here?" I asked, fragments of memory beginning to return. "I remember

thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of

flew immediately to my stomach, panic from the dream mixing with real fear. "The

growing even wider. "The doctor said you were probably just stressed and exhausted from everything that happened. She says you and the

me so intensely that tears

okay," he confirmed, leaning over to press a gentle

face, marvelling at how solid and real he felt compared

"Good or bad?"