The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 423

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.

As I was dragged 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, Delia was it twice.

And these people weren't just followers, they were worshippers now.

Delia paused 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 fulfil his last desire, and today is that day. Everyone, meet the last Moonsinger, Lyla."

I 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 admiration I saw in their eyes or something else, but whatever the case may be, I was apparently their object of devotion."

"Today, under the 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 die rejecting us."

There was a loud cheer, and Delia raised her hand to quiet them before turning to me.

"Welcome home, Moonsinger. Tonight, you'll become one with us."

Home? I scoffed inwardly. This place of nightmares and dark rituals was many things, but it would never be home to me.

Home was Ramsey's arms around 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 I'd once faced death and had managed to escape.

But as we approached the stone circle, the trauma of that night six years ago began to flit into my mind.

I 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 of blood mixing with his.

For a moment, I froze as the scene played vividly in my mind's eyes. I wanted to fall to my knees and beg for mercy, to promise them anything if they would just let me go home to my family.

But then I 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 unborn children, innocent lives that deserved a chance to see the world beyond this place of darkness.

I forced my spine to straighten and my chin to lift. Whatever these monsters had planned for me, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.

I 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 with dignity and win in the end. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Without warning, Delia produced a dagger from beneath her robes. The blade was similar to the one Xander had used. Check latest chapters at novel·fiɾe·net

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