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.

that all the people now had their heads bowed for Delia, who looked on with a satisfied smile

these people weren't just followers, they were worshippers

and raised 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

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

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 die rejecting

cheer, and Delia raised her hand to quiet them

you'll become

of nightmares and dark rituals was

gentle kicks of my unborn children, reminding me of the future we were building together.

the stone circle, the trauma of that night six years ago began to flit into my

could almost see Xander standing there again, his eyes 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

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

all the others who were counting on me to be strong. I thought of my unborn children,

my chin to lift. Whatever these monsters had planned

against the likes of Xander and his children, and I would face whatever

a small door leading to the ritual ground just like

twins must have felt it too, because they started moving frantically within me,

warning, Delia produced a dagger from beneath her robes. The blade

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

been considerable pain. Our blood

her voice taking on a strong cadence.

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

light that started dim but quickly grew brighter. The illumination spread from our blood outward in

precisely what

electrical current until the entire circle was

of the stones by beginning a low, rhythmic humming. Their voices blended into something that wasn't music and wasn't chanting, but carried a quality that seemed to