The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 323

Lyla

I woke up feeling oddly refreshed. For the first time in a long while, I'd had a dreamless sleep- no nightmares about Nathan, no visions of the Dark One, just peaceful darkness.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Terra brewing something at the small table by the window—the familiar scent of herbs filled the room.

"You're awake?" she asked, noticing my movement.

I nodded and slipped out of bed, moving to the window. I was in Ramsey's bedroom, the Alpha suite on the top floor of the pack house. Outside, everything looked peaceful. Birds chirped in the nearby trees, pack members went about their morning routines, and there was no sign of chaos or battle. The attack from White Lake hadn't started yet.

That should be a good thing. But I had this strange feeling that something was hanging over us, looming in the darkness, waiting to strike, like a fearful premonition. I didn't know what this meant, and I never anticipated that White Lake would suddenly turn against us.

Did it have something to do with my visions of Neriah? My vision had ended with Thames asking her to run away with him. Did she do that? What happened next? Did it have anything to do with White Lake or White Moon?

There was a connection between both packs. There was something about it, but I couldn't place my finger on it. I didn't have even the slightest idea what that could be. We needed Warriors from White Lake because of their unique trait, which is perfect for fighting the Dark One.

Why not warriors from White Moon, White Hill, or White Cloud? As I pondered these thoughts, I returned to the bed as Terra approached with a steaming cup.

"Drink all of it," she murmured, pressing the cup into my hands.

I nodded and drank the liquid, grimacing at its bitter taste. I waited for her to hand me more herbal concoctions—she usually insisted on at least three different brews for healing—but was surprised to see her packing up her supplies.

"No more healing tonics?" I asked.

Terra shook her head. "Now that you're pregnant, I can only give you things that won't harm the baby and will nourish it."

I rolled my eyes and touched my stomach. "I'd almost forgotten about that," I muttered. "Are you sure there's even a baby here?"

"I'm surprised you haven't gone to see a healer yet," Terra said quietly, wiping down the table. "Aren't you curious?"

"If it's true, it'll get to Ramsey's ears before I take a step outside that room, and I told you, it's better that Ramsey or anyone doesn't know about the baby."

She glanced at me but didn't say anything. Instead, she continued wiping down the table.

An uncomfortable thought that had been growing overnight suddenly flitted into my mind. I walked over to Terra, lowering my voice.

"I've decided I don't want to keep the baby," I said. "There must be some herbal concoction to help—"

Terra interrupted me, her expression closing off. "I don't know anything about that," she said quietly. "I've never been pregnant. The priestesses at the Moon Temple never needed anything in that regard. Honestly, I don't know."

I smirked, not believing her for a second. "How did you make the herbal drink you just gave me?"

"I asked a healer, and he recommended it," she replied stiffly. She began gathering her supplies more rapidly. "You can do whatever you want with the baby and the pregnancy, but leave me out of it."

"Please!" I begged. "Maybe you could ask this healer; he would know what would be suitable."

"No, thank you," she shook her head. "The only reason I am caring for you is because your mother asked. Otherwise, I am not responsible for anything yet."

Without another word, she swept out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Almost immediately, the door opened again as Ramsey walked in. He wore a puzzled expression.

"What was that about?" he asked, glancing toward the hallway where Terra had disappeared.

I returned to the window, avoiding his gaze. "What was what about?"

Ramsey approached me slowly. "Terra seemed angry. She didn't greet me in her usual cheery way. Did you fight with her?"

"Because I have nothing better to do than fight with everyone?" I retorted, moving away from the window and feeling suddenly irritated.