The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 389: The girl who called the darkness...

Delia

[Warning - Explicit sex scenes. May contain *Grape* insinuations]

Seven Years Ago—Whispering Pine, Human World

The neon sign of GameZone Arcade flickered erratically as I swept the sticky floors for the third time that evening. My shift had officially ended at nine, but a group of rowdy teenage boys from Cloud High School were still playing at the fighting game machines and showed no signs of leaving.

I glanced at the clock: 11:47 PM. My stomach churned with anxiety as I watched them punch buttons and yell at the screens. I was only nineteen, working two jobs to pay for Mom’s cancer treatments, and I couldn’t afford to lose this one by abandoning the shop.

"Excuse me," I called out tentatively, wringing my hands. "We actually closed almost three hours ago..."

"Yeah, and?" The tallest boy—Steve, I think his name was—didn’t even look up from his game. "We’re still playing."

"But I need to lock up and—"

"Then wait," another one snapped. "We’re in the middle of a tournament."

I bit my lip, knowing Mr. Henderson would be furious if anything happened to his precious arcade machines. But I also knew these boys had a reputation for trouble, and confronting them directly never ended well for people like me.

Finally, at midnight, they finished playing and headed for the door. Relief flooded through me until I realized they were walking past the cash register without stopping.

"Wait!" I called out, rushing after them. "You haven’t paid yet!"

The boys, about three of them, rougher than the usual brats who came in, stopped walking but didn’t turn. My heart began to pound wildly in my chest.

"What did you say?" Steve asked, without turning.

I swallowed hard and said in a shaky tone. "I said, you haven’t paid yet. Please."

Steve finally turned around with a smirk that made me take a step backwards. "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"

"Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "I have to make up the difference if the register is short. There’s not much left of my monthly pay, and my mother is sick. I need every dollar to buy her medication."

problem," one

for the games.

onto the concrete sidewalk. Pain shot through my palms where

us, freak,"

between buying Mom’s pills or going without food

this week alone, and each time they came, they always refused to pay. I was tired

"Please, I’m begging you—"

around, with his face twisted in irritation. "I told you to leave

connected with my cheek, the sudden impact sending stars exploding across my vision and also producing

the words could leave my lips

teach you to mind your own business," Jordan snarled, shoving me hard against the brick wall of the

third boy, Tommy, kicked at my legs, sending me crashing to the concrete. Pain shot through my knees as

please!" I curled into a ball as their kicks rained down on me. Steve’s boot caught me in the ribs, driving the air from my lungs. Jordan kicked my shoulder while Tommy aimed for my

about you or your sick mom. If you

my stomach made me retch, causing bile to rise to my throat. I tasted blood where I’d

grab my jaw roughly, forcing me to look at

whispered. "I beg you...

still set on me. As I

at his friends, without saying a word, they seemed to understand what

turning my head sideways to spit out blood that

want us to pay you," Tommy came to stand in front, squatting down and without warning, his hands grabbed

touch, but that only

down towards me and running his hands through my hair.

in mind. The street was empty, and at this time, people hardly came this way since it was in a business area and was only

ago?" Steve copied Tommy’s squatting position. "If you let us fuck you, if it’s good, we’ll pay you, but if

them, unconsciously crawling into an alleyway. It wasn’t until I was at the entrance that I realized

here, knowing this place is safer and away

rapidly as a tear rolled down my cheeks. "I’m sorry for asking about

out in pain. Then he dragged me and shoved me into the alley. I