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.

through the crowd, 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 had been,

just followers,

since my father, your master, died, but we must ensure that we

know if it was admiration

who we are. No more would we be treated like half-casts

loud cheer, and Delia raised her hand to quiet

you'll become

nightmares and dark rituals was many

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 night six years ago began

glowing with lust 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

me to be strong.

chin to lift. Whatever these monsters

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

the ritual ground just like in Xander's time. They pushed me through the small

because they started

her robes. The

my arm as blood welled up from the cut,

showing no reaction to what must have been considerable

blood," she said, her voice taking on a

stone and let our mixed blood drip onto its surface. The moment the blood touched

dim but quickly grew brighter. The illumination spread from our blood outward in veins of

precisely what had

in the circle began to respond. Light raced from stone to stone like an electrical current until the entire circle was

to the awakening of the stones by beginning a low, rhythmic humming. Their voices blended into something that wasn't