The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 334: Love under the moonlight.

Lyla "Does it have anything to do with my babies?" I asked, staring at both of them.

Nanny and Terra exchanged knowing looks, but they didn't say anything.

"What?" I asked.

As they didn't say anything. Horror dawned onas I understood. "My babies. He wants my babies." "Not both of them," Nanny corrected. "Just one. The one who carries shadow magic, the echo of what his child would have been. He could make himself whole again with that power, breaking the curse and gaining unlimited power." My arms wrapped protectively around my stomach. "How could he possibly know about my pregnancy? It's just you and Terra who know and..." I stopped, as I realised. "Lenny. He sensed it and must have reported to the Dark One." "I think so. Lenny is more than he appears," Terra agreed. "But that's a conversation for another time. He doesn't pose a threat." Nanny reached for my hands. "Lyla, listen to me. The reason I've kept all this from you is that the choice you face is unbearable. To defeat the Dark One permanently, you must use your true Moonsinging power-channelled through your pheromones-during the twin moons rising." "And what will that do to me?" I asked, sensing the worst was yet to come.

"It will require a sacrifice," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Either your life... or one of your children." The room seemed to tilt around me. "No," I said, rising again. "That's not a choice. That's a nightmare." "That's why I wanted to spare you this knowledge," Nanny pleaded. "I hoped we might find another way." "There is no other way," Terra stated flatly. "The cycle must be broken. A life of divine blood must be given willingly to balance what Neriah disrupted centuries ago." I paced furiously as my mind raced. "I won't sacrifice my children. And I won't leave them motherless either." "I thought you said you didn't want them," Terra smirked. "You sounded so sure." I turned to glare at her, Nanny touched her hand, and shook her head.

"I'm sorry," Terra sighed. "It's just that I didn't see you dying, Lyla. Did I see the war? Yes. It was the first thing I told your mother when she returned from the human world. There will be war. People will die, packs will be destroyed forever, but there is hope, and you didn't die." "I won't sacrifice my babies. Any of them." I reiterated.

"Then the Dark One will continue to return, generation after generation," Nanny said. "And eventually, he will win." I stopped pacing and turned to face them both. "You said my power channels through my pheromones. What exactly does that mean? What can I do with my true power?" Terra hesitated. "Stories say Neriah could create and destroy with a song. She could transform reality itself. But each use of that power corrupted her further, until she nearly destroyed everything she loved." "And that's my destiny?" I asked bitterly. "To choose between corruption, death, or sacrificing my child?" "Destiny can be reshaped," Nanny said quietly. "That's why I've told you everything-so you can make your choice with full knowledge, not blindly as Neriah did." "Does Ramsey know any of this?" I demanded.

"No," Terra answered." I thought of Ramsey, of how desperately I'd wanted to tell him about the babies just moments ago. How would he react to all of this? Would he try to protect and stopfrom facing the Dark One? "Don't tell him," I decided suddenly. "Not about any of this. Not until I figure out what to do." "Exactly what I suggested," Terra shrugged. "You're not fully mated to him at least by law..." "Lyla-" Nanny began.

"No," I cut her off. "You kept secrets frommy whole life. Now I get to decide who knows what." My voice softened as I saw the pain in her eyes. "I'm not angry at you, not really. I understand why you did it. But this is my burden now, and I'll carry it my way." I moved toward the door, needing space to think.

"Where are you going?" Terra asked.

I paused, my hand on the doorknob. "To pray, to go for a run, anything. I need to understand my power better if I'm going to find another solution." "There might not be one," Nanny warned.

I looked back at her as I felt something hardening inside me. "Maybe not. But my children deserve a mother who tried everything before giving up. And I deserve a life I choose, not one forced onby prophecy or ancient mistakes." Tears welled in my eyes.

"I don't want to die!" I choked. "I want to live. I feel like I've spent the better part of my life fighting wars and battles that were never mine. So, I will do everything to escape this destiny." As I stepped into the hallway, I felt different-heavier with knowledge, yet somehow more certain of myself. Divine blood or not, I was still Lyla. Still a fighter. Still determined to forge my own path.

I would somehow find a way to save everyone I loved, including the tiny lives growing inside me.

As I left Nanny's room, my mind reeled with everything I'd learned. Divine blood. Twin children. A terrible sacrifice on the horizon. I was so lost in thought that I nearly collided with someone waiting in the hallway.

Lenny stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes met mine, and something in his expression made my heart skip with sudden fear.

I quickly composed my face and tried to move past him, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. I shook him off immediately.

"Are you angry with me?" he asked.

I becinstantly wary but kept my expression neutral. "Angry for what exactly?"

"For taking Ramsey out of that room when you were about to tell him." Lenny sighed deeply, "knew youn were pregnant from the first tI saw you in that hospital ward. Maybe you should have told him after all of this, but we need to focus on fighting the Dark One right now." I scoffed, bitterness rising in my throat. "Is there anything else you'd want to tell me? Something you know that your best friend doesn't?" Lenny shrugged, looking genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry, Lyla. Truly. I'll leave you alone." He turned and walked away, his shoulders slightly hunched as if he were carrying his troubles on his shoulders.

I continued toward the pack house's exit, but as I reached the foyer, Ramsey entered through the main doors. His face was creased with concern, but the moment he spotted me, his expression brightened.

"There you are," he said, striding toward me. "That stupid Lenny. It was nothing serious at all. Darius wanted to kill himself. He made a few allegations against Lenny-" "What kind of allegations?" I interrupted, suddenly alert.

Ramsey waved his hand m dismissively. "This isn't the first time. He once accused Lenny of killing Gaius. Forget Va about it." He took my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "Let's go take a stroll in the garden. It's a beautiful evening." I nodded, allowing him to leadoutside. The garden was quiet at this hour; most pack members were at dinner or training. We walked in silence until we reached a secluded bench beneath flowering trees.

"What did you want to tellearlier?" Ramsey asked, turning to facefully. "In the war room, before Lenny interrupted."

I looked into his eyes-warm, honest, loving eyes-and suddenly felt tears welling up. Everything erashed at once the pregnancy, the prophecy, the impossible choice I faced, the secrets I now felt compelled to keep from him. The dam broke, and I began to sob. Ramsey pulledagainst his chest, his arms strong coming around me. "Lyla, what's wrong? Talk to me." The will be updated first on this website. Cback and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!