The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 371: When all masks fall...

Miriam

"He’ll be killed, just like how previous Moonsingers killed him," Lyla commented, "But this time, he won’t be born again. This would be his end."

Ramsey stood there, his face a mask of disbelief and growing anger. I could see his mind racing, trying to process everything we’d just revealed to him.

"So all the prophecies were wrong?" he asked finally.

I nodded solemnly. "The only prophecy that was the real deal was the one given 10,000 years ago after the death of the last Moonsinger. ’When Silver Wolf and Golden Sun unite, A child of both worlds shall come to light. In its veins, the goddess’s power flows, to shape the future, for friend or foe."

I gestured toward Lyla, "That was the only true prophecy given. All the others—the twin moon prophecy, the half-burned fragments we planted in Alpha Logan’s study, the binding rituals—all of it was false information designed to mislead Xander."

Ramsey scoffed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "All this while, you all led me on, and I was so foolish to believe everything."

"That was exactly why we couldn’t let many people know what was going on," I said gently. "Your reaction, your genuine fear and desperation, even Nathan’s death—none of that was planned, but it all helped convince the Dark One that he had the upper hand."

Ramsey shook his head in amazement and hurt. "This is crazy. So the whole soul binding thing, me exchanging my soul with Lyla’s?"

Circe smiled, although sadness lingered in her eyes. "Random beauty spells and cleansing rituals, nothing more. Everything was designed to fool Xander into thinking he was in charge. He thought we were doing everything to keep Lyla alive."

She gestured toward the ritual circle where we’d performed tonight’s final act. "Tonight, I used my powers as a witch under the pretence that I would die for the Moonsinger and that Lyla would need to be sacrificed too, since I was rejected for not making a worthy sacrifice. We had to fuel his greed, his absolute certainty that he was about to claim the ultimate victory."

I stepped forward, needing Ramsey to understand the scope of what we’d accomplished. "Tell me, Ramsey—in all your research about Moonsingers and the Dark One, did you ever read about any of the previous Moonsingers being killed by him?"

Ramsey frowned, thinking. "No... they always defeated him and lived to old age..."

I said. "Because this is how it’s supposed to work. The Dark One preys on fear, on the belief that defeating him requires ultimate sacrifice. But the truth

with grief. "Mother Liora paid the ultimate sacrifice for this victory. She formed the plan, coordinated all of us, and gave her life to ensure Xander would be led to this moment

voice drew our attention. He was clawing at his chest, tears streaming down his face as he tried desperately to escape the ritual circle. He seemed

he begged, "I don’t understand what’s happening to me. The power—it’s

confused. "So Xander doesn’t have any powers? And what about the

as she turned to her husband. "Xander has no power left. During the cleansing ritual at White Lake Pack, I used that opportunity to close the portal I had mistakenly opened. And slowly, through all our fights, all our confrontations, I used each encounter to steal whatever power he still had.

dawn. The

arms and kissed her

and Lyla turned to face Xander one final

would win," she

with desperate eyes.

why?" Lyla interrupted. I’ll

Erra, Circe, and I all joined hands, our combined power creating a web of energy

hands to the sky, and

the final incantation,

and star, by earth and flame, We call upon the sacred name: Neriah’s light, pure

power burn. From this realm, forever cast,

now do still. Turn to dust, turn to ash, let this

No more shall your voice resound. Into void, into night, Vanish from our

shake the very foundations of the earth. The power flowing through

starting to crack and splinter like old parchment. He cried out in pain as the false flesh fell away, revealing

screamed. I can

late. As the first ray of true sunlight broke over the horizon, Xander’s

breeze, every trace of his existence wiped