The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 266

Lyla

I ran through the forest, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.

The earth beneath my feet blurred into streaks of green and brown. My breath was ragged, my body trembling and stumbling over exposed roots, my knees hitting the ground hard. But I scrambled up again, pushing forward, desperate to keep moving. I had to.

The revelation I'd just discovered about my past—about my life as Neriah—rang in my mind. Everything I knew—everything I had believed—had been part of the large truth. A spec of what was the truth.

Everything made sense for the first time since discovering I was the Moonsinger. The visions, the strange familiarity with powers I'd never used, the pull I felt toward both Ramsey, Nathan and the mysterious Corvus or Xander or the Dark One. It wasn't a coincidence. I was the karmic reincarnation of Neriah.

I was Neriah reborn, I wasn't just some girl with pheromones, I was cursed – the pheromones, at least mine was a curse. A punishment for Neriah's wrongdoings many lives ago and if I didn't stop the cycle from repeating itself, everyone would die.

Contrary to the legends that painted Neriah as a hero and Xander—or Corvus, or the Dark One as he was called in different tales—as a villain from the beginning, the truth was far more complex. Like everyone, Xander had been a victim of circumstance. The problem was, that he was now beyond remedy.

Xander had been a pawn in the hands of fate, of power-hungry rulers, of the Moon Goddess herself. He had been driven to madness, to vengeance by the greed of my father – well, Neriah's father.

If only he had not taken laws into his hands, maybe made a report after discovering they were sacrificing women with pheromones to the White Moon Throne, he would have been given a fair judgment.

He had acted out of anger and on his own accord and had incurred the wrath of the Moon Goddess on himself and she had given him to evil and cursed his mind and the only remedy would be the Blood oath with the very people whom he had wronged.

For Xander to finally be restored to his original form and break the cycle he has to find an original Auréans and have them lift the curse by entering a Blood oath with him and they're the only ones that could really kill him.

That is why for centuries, no one – none of the Moonsingers before me had been able to do that. They could only subdue him and then he awakens at the birth of a new Moonsinger.

The memories from my vision and Nanny's revelation washed over me again as I ran: Neriah had been so immature, so headstrong and stubborn. Her stubbornness was the reason an entire race had been wiped out. Her father's greed to merge a race singled by the Moon Goddess for a different purpose, to turn them into what they were not meant to be.

Now I understood Xander. He wanted to break a curse. The Ferals were my people in a way—the ghosts of my people. If Xander could return them to their normal state, then maybe his curse would be lifted.

I pushed harder, running as fast as my legs could carry me. Nanny had warned me of a war that would shake our world and make thousands die—all because of me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I raced through the darkening forest.

Suddenly, a form appeared in my path, causing me to slow down automatically. I skidded to a stop, my feet slipped against the dirt. A Trinax was blocking my path. I stared intently at it sucking in a breath when I realized it was Mr Dupree in his Trinax form.

I sighed heavily, my chest was rising and falling. "I don't have time for this," I said, trying to step around him and continue on my way.

Without warning, a bolt of energy shot from Mr. Dupree's hand, hitting me squarely in the chest. The impact sent me flying backwards slamming me against the trunk of a nearby tree. Pain exploded through my body as I crashed against the tree trunk and slid to the ground, groaning.

I could feel anger simmering within me, Then I remembered Nanny's warning:

"Don't allow yourself to be pushed to anger. Your power is in full cycle. The slightest wrong emotion could tip the balance causing you to discharge an amount of power that could be catastrophic."

Since there was no time to start teaching me proper control now, the only thing for me to do was suppress my emotions.

I took a deep breath, forcing the anger down. "I'm not in the mood right now," I said evenly, pushing myself to my feet and trying to move past him again.