The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 423 - 423: Blood moon rising

Lyla

I was viewing the world now through a haze.

It was as if I were moving through water or thick fog. Every part of my body felt disconnected from me, and it took extra willpower to keep my eyes open.

Whatever they had given me was working. My tongue was growing numb, and I just felt weird, but still I fought against the haze with every fibre of my being.

I couldn't afford to lose consciousness now. Not when my life and my children's hung in the balance. I was desperate to ask them if they had released Ramsey and the others, but my tongue felt too heavy.

I need to survive.

Whoever was dragging me was dragging me like a sack of potatoes. I kept bumping into things, and they didn't care. Still, I didn't fight them; I allowed myself to be pulled along. I needed to conserve my strength.

The underground passage we moved through looked familiar, yet different from my memories.

Six years ago, when Xander had brought me to this same cursed place, the tunnels had been crude and hastily constructed, more like a cave system than anything designed by human hands. Now, the walls were smooth and lined with some metallic material.

Lighting had been installed at regular intervals, and I could see ventilation systems and what looked like electrical conduits running along the ceiling. This wasn't just a hideout anymore – it was a sophisticated underground facility that had been rebuilt and modernised.

As we came into the main chamber, my breath caught in my throat. The central space was exactly as I remembered – the same vaulted ceiling disappearing into darkness above.

Last time, I had seen a large crowd of humans who had bowed to Xander as soon as he entered, but now, unlike before, they seemed double the crowd, and they were all dressed in identical robes with hoods.

Last time had been noisy too, but now, the aura around the room was chilling even for someone like me. I felt like I'd just walked into a secret cult organisation.

That was when I noticed that the figure floating in front of me was Delia.

for Delia,

these people weren't just followers, they were worshippers

her hand. "I come bearing gifts," she started, "It's been a few months since my father, your master, died, but we must ensure that we fulfil his last desire, and today is

raised my head up and up into the gazes of a million eyes. Because of how unclear my vision was, I didn't know if it

we will finally take over the world. No more would we need to hide who we are. No more would we be treated like

and Delia raised her hand to quiet them before

Tonight, you'll become one with

I scoffed inwardly. This place of nightmares and dark rituals was many things, but it would never be home to

Ramsey's arms around me in the morning. Home was the gentle kicks of my unborn children, reminding me of the future we were building together. Home was anywhere but this cursed ground where

circle, the trauma of that

prepared to bind me to him forever. I could feel

I wanted to fall to my knees and beg for mercy, to promise them anything if they would just

of Ramsey chained in that cell, of Kyren and Miriam and all the others who were counting on me to be strong. I thought of my unborn children, innocent lives that deserved a chance to see the world beyond this place

these monsters had planned for me, I wouldn't give them

a Moonsinger, heir to a power that had existed to fight against the likes of Xander and his children, and I would face whatever came with dignity

end of the hall. From where we stood, I saw a small door leading to the ritual ground just like in Xander's time. They pushed me through the small door, and instantly, I felt the

must have felt it too, because they started moving frantically within me, adding to my

dagger from beneath her robes. The blade was similar

sliced across my palm with one swift motion. Pain flared through my arm as blood welled up from

the same blade across her own palm, her face showing no reaction to what must have been considerable pain. Our blood mixed as she pressed our cut hands together, the sensation making my

her voice taking on a strong cadence. "Sisters in

our mixed blood drip onto its surface. The moment the blood

The illumination spread from our blood outward in veins of white

was precisely what

one, the other stones in the circle began to respond. Light raced from stone to stone like an electrical current until the entire circle was blazing

blended into something that wasn't music