The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 421 - 421: The rescue...

Ramsey

The chains binding my wrists to the concrete wall had chafed my skin raw hours ago, but I'd long since stopped feeling the pain.

The others were in various states of consciousness around me. Kyren sat slumped against the opposite wall, his head hanging forward, but his breathing steady. The Hollow Kin elders flanked him, their faces grim but alert. Elias was to my left, testing his restraints periodically.

But it was Miriam who worried me most. The High Priestess sat rigid in her chains; her usually serene composure was filled with anxiety. Her dark eyes darted constantly toward the door, and I could see her lips moving in what looked like silent prayers or incantations.

"Listen to me, all of you," I said quietly, my voice carrying just enough for them to hear. "Whatever happens, whatever they try to make us do or say, our priority is staying alive long enough for help to arrive."

"Help?" one of the elders rasped, his voice hoarse from hours of captivity. "How can you be certain help is coming?"

"My Beta knows I'm here," I replied. "He'll track us down, and you all saw me reach out to my sister-in-law. I'm sure she'll know what to do."

Kyren lifted his head, his pale eyes meeting mine. "You're banking a lot on your sister-in-law's instincts."

"I'm banking on the fact that she's been trained by one of the most paranoid and strategically minded Alphas in the South," I corrected.

Miriam suddenly spoke up, her voice filled with panic. "But what about Lyla? Ramsey, what if they took her, too? What if she's somewhere in this facility? What if they're hurting her? What if they're using her condition against her?"

I felt my wolf surge forward at the thought, my hands clenching into fists despite the chains. "They won't hurt her," I said, though I wasn't entirely sure I believed it. "She's too valuable to them. Whatever they want, they need her alive and unharmed to get it."

"You don't know that," Miriam insisted, tears streaming down her face. "These creatures, they're not like the enemies we've faced before. They're Xander's children, bred for cruelty and manipulation. What if they're torturing her to force her compliance? What if they're threatening the babies?"

"Miriam—"

"She's alone, Ramsey!" Miriam's voice cracked with anguish. "She's alone and pregnant and terrified. They took us all from the house and left just her. Doesn't that tell you something? Those monsters may want to use her for whatever twisted plan they've concocted. And we're stuck here, chained to walls like animals, completely helpless to protect her."

The pain in her voice was hurting me.

"She's not helpless," I said firmly. "Lyla is stronger than any of them realise. She survived Xander himself and defeated him when he was at full power. She'll survive this, too."

"But the pregnancy—"

I interrupted. "You know as well as I do that a

Lyla is. Pregnancy or no pregnancy, she's not going down without a

be ready to act. That means conserving our strength, staying alert, and not giving our captors

back of her chained hands. "You really think we will be

know they will come for us eventually," I said with certainty. "The question is how long it will take,

sound reached my ears. It was a scratching sound coming from somewhere beneath the floor of our cell. I held up a hand for silence, straining

The scratching repeated.

on me. "Everyone move to the corner," I said quietly.

asked, confusion evident in his

grin, "Get away from

despite their restraints. Moments later, the scratching stopped, replaced by a different sound – the grinding

section of the floor in the centre of our cell began to sink downward, revealing what appeared to be a hidden tunnel system. Three figures emerged from the

I recognised the insignia on their uniforms immediately: White Moon Pack's elite

helmet to reveal a face I'd seen before at inter-pack gatherings and also bowing respectfully. "We're here to

immediately set to work on our

as feeling returned to my

are sweeping the facility," he replied efficiently. "We've identified seventeen captives total, plus an unknown number of hostiles. The

I

later. I need

"Sir, protocol requires—"

hell," I snarled, already moving toward the door. "My pregnant mate is somewhere, either here in this facility or back at home.

with similar cells, most of them empty now thanks to the rescue

human – or

tainted with something that made my wolf recoil in disgust. He raised some weapon, but I was on him before he

corner, moving with speed. The first one had the pale skin and red eyes of

extended, but I caught him mid-leap and slammed him into the floor with force. The second guard

that bent under the impact. Neither

human mercenaries,

were supernatural hybrids like Xander's

were made of paper, fighting