The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 419

Lyla

She snapped her fingers, and a large screen on the wall opposite my bed flickered to life. The image that appeared made the blood drain from my face.

It was a live feed from what looked like another room in the same facility. The camera showed an ample space with concrete walls and harsh fluorescent lighting. In the centre of the room, five figures were bound to chairs with heavy chains that looked identical to the ones holding me to this bed.

Ramsey. Kyren. Elias. Miriam. And several other figures I recognised as Hollow Kin elders.

My breath caught painfully in my chest.

They were all unconscious, their heads hanging forward at unnatural angles. But they were breathing.

I could see the rise and fall of their chests, the small movements that indicated life. Ramsey's hair fell across his face, hiding his expression, but I could see a cut on his forehead that had bled down his cheek.

"No," I breathed, struggling against my restraints with renewed desperation. Hot tears spilt down my cheeks as the full scope of our situation became clear. "No, no, no..."

"Ramsey!" My cry ripped through the room. I surged forward only to be wrenched back by the bite of the silver shackle. Tears were slipping into my mouth at this point.

Ramsey lifted his head as if he had heard my voice, and for a few seconds, I thought he held my gaze.

Seliora clapped her hands with mock delight in her voice. "Lovely. A family reunion. Such a pity it's through a screen."

She leaned forward, giving me a pointed gaze. "Now you're beginning to understand the scope of your predicament," she said. "Your mate, your protectors, your allies – all of them are here, all of them completely at our mercy."

I glared at her through my teary vision.

"Fine. You've shown me." I said, my voice steady despite the tears streaming down my face. "What do you want?"

She smiled again. "Well, you'd better hear it from my sister."

She gestured again, and the door opened.

Another set of footsteps entered this time. My blood chilled as the newcomer entered the room and started walking towards me.

Seliora's lips curved with delight. "Lyla Woodland Kincaid, meet my sister."

"Don't worry, Sissy," Delia smirked, "we've already met."

"Are you behind this?" I growled. "You'd better kill me because if I ever get out of this bind, I'll make sure the last face you'd ever see is mine."

"Lyla!" Delia chuckled. "I didn't take you for a weakling, and I was right about that. You're insolent and stupid and gifted. You knew something didn't sit right, but you won't say it. Now, look where it's landed, everyone."

"You're the one behind the killings, right?" I yelled.

"Among other things," Delia nodded. "But we'll have time to discuss my various accomplishments later. Right now, I have a proposition for you."

"What makes you think I would listen to you? Is this revenge for your father? Do you want to meet the same fate as him?"

"I am not my father," Delia said with a calmness that irritated me. "I am not besotted with you in any way. Although I wish I could fuck your husband, he's too stiff-necked, and that darn Kyren could read me like a book. Do you know Kyren didn't tell you everything about what he saw when he first met you?"

As Delia spoke, she walked around the room. "You'll die here, Lyla!" she said confidently. "My father knew he would die, but he made sure that his toiling for centuries did not go to waste."

"Tell me something else," I sneered. "I've been told I will die more times than I can remember. Well, this is me now."

"Stuck in a bed with…" Delia paused and turned to Seliora. "You didn't tell her?"

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