The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 322

Ramsey

"What?" I stared at him, confused. "The White Moon Throne is our pack's leadership seat. It has nothing to do with White Lake."

He shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "You know so little of our true history, Ramsey. The White Moon Throne wasn't always ours. It was governed by a Lycan from White Lake, particularly from Thorne's family. In those days, the Throne would choose its successor, and it was always from White Lake, until my great-grandfather…well, removed by many generations, though, discovered the secret behind the White Moon Throne's selection."

"Secret?" I stared at my grandfather, confused. "What other secret other than the powers of it are controlled by the Moon Goddess."

He laughed. "Rules, laws are for werewolves, Ramsey. A lot of Lycans do not care so much about the Moon Goddess. We love the celebration, of course, but we won't go out of our way for her."

"So, the White Moon Throne doesn't have powers like you all claim?"

"It does," my grandfather sighed. "The first Lycan to ever sit on that Throne was Rian Kincaid. But back then, according to the story, his father had to make a lot of sacrifices. They used the blood of Omegas with pheromones. It's powerful, and they influenced it into choosing Rian Kincaid."

"That's what the Lycans from White Lake pack have been doing?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around everything he was trying to say.

"Yes. As in the beginning, the position was supposed to be shared between both packs. It was shared between White Moon and White Lake, governed by twin Alphas."

"Twin Alphas?" The prophecy fragment about twins immediately flashed through my mind.

"Your grandmother never told you about her twin, did she?" My grandfather asked.

I froze. "Grandmother had a twin?"

"Ellara White, twin sister to your grandmother Elaine. They were the only offspring of the Lycan who founded the White Mountain Region. They were also the last Twin Alphas to share the Throne—one governing White Moon, one governing White Lake. When Elaine died without an heir, her sister Ellara claimed full control of the Throne, shifting power to White Lake."

"Then how do we exist if she never had an heir?"

"Well, your grandfather showed up one day with a child and claimed it was Elaine's. The child was an exact resemblance of his mother. Had her mark and all, and made a claim to the Throne. Before that, White Hill and White Cloud had been formed. They were the main seat of power in those days, governing smaller Lycan packs, all children from White Lake and other settlers from across the sea. Also, Ellara…" he paused, "Loved men a little too much. Both sisters did, maybe, but she was extreme. She had many children with Lycans, werewolves, werefoxes, and panthers. Almost anything that had a slight resemblance to a man."

"Is that why they pray to her?"

My grandfather nodded with a smile. "She was a fertile ground. By this time, Rian had shown up, Elaine's claimed love child. Before that, your great-grandfather made a lot of sacrifices with the help of an Aurean…" he turned to me, giving me a meaningful stare. "Aureans were guardians of our world back then. They possessed many unmatched powers and potentials, but were uncivilised and very naïve."

"I see," I nodded.

"Grandfather made a pact with him; they made a lot of sacrifices with Omegas that had pheromones to influence the White Moon Throne, but to cement their claim, they needed the power of a child born under the Blood Moon - the same celestial cycle that marks the Omegas destined for the ritual. Your grandfather, I don't know if I could call him that…" my father chuckled.

"Was this Rian even Elaine's child?" I asked.

"No one knows. Other than he looks like her, had similar marks and was vetted by a Moon Priest working for Elaine's husband. There's no other proof."

"It's possible that we might be bastards," I chuckled, looking up at the sky. "Everything could be a lie. What was Elaine's husband trying to achieve? At the end, it's not like the child was his."

"Some people claim that the child was his."

"Then how did he get the child to look like his wife?"

My grandfather shrugged. "I guess we would never know. This happened ages and ages ago. Anyways, so the Aurean Alpha was ready to part ways with his daughter. She would become Rian's mate, and her powers would help Rian's claim to the Throne, but he didn't know his daughter was meant to be a sacrifice."

"I don't understand?" I stared at my grandfather. "What was the name of this Aurean, by the way?" I asked.