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.

I noticed that all the people now had their heads bowed for Delia, who looked on with a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Whatever Xander

people weren't just followers, they were worshippers

father, your master, died, but we must ensure that we fulfil his last desire, and

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 was

Gemini moon, we will finally take over the world. No more would we need to hide who we are. No more would we be treated like half-casts because of our differences in breeding. The world would finally accept us for who we are or

a loud cheer, and Delia raised her hand to quiet them

home, Moonsinger. Tonight, you'll become

This place of nightmares and dark rituals was many things, but it would never be home

reminding me of the future we

the trauma of that night six

and power as he prepared to bind me to him forever. I could feel the pain of the knife cutting my palm, smell the metallic scent of blood mixing

wanted to fall to my knees and beg for mercy, to promise them anything if they would just let me go home to my

thought 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

my chin to lift. Whatever these monsters had planned for me, I wouldn't give

was 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

the 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

they

from beneath her robes.

and sliced across my palm with one swift motion. Pain flared through my arm as blood welled up from the cut, but I bit back any cry of

then drew 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

in blood," she said, her voice taking on a strong cadence. "Sisters in

toward the nearest standing stone and let our mixed blood drip onto its surface. The moment

brighter. The illumination spread from

precisely what had happened with

current until the entire circle was blazing with energy. The air began to vibrate with power,

humming. Their voices blended into something that wasn't music and wasn't chanting, but carried a quality that seemed to seep