The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Lyla

I stood before Ramsey in the empty war room, finally ready to confess my secret. My hand rested protectively over my stomach as I took a deep breath.

"Ramsey, I need to tell you something important."

He turned to me fully, with a serious expression. He hasn't been coming to our bedroom for a few days now since Nathan's death, and I didn't know if he was protecting his peace, giving me space, or just trying to avoid any drama with me. Knowing who he is, I know it was neither.

Ramsey was worried about something, and I knew I didn't want him to learn about the babies from someone other than me.

"What is it?"

"Well, this might come as a little surprise, but…" I had barely completed the sentence when the door to the war room opened and Lenny burst in with an exasperated look on his face.

"Ramsey, you need to come see this," he announced without preamble, barely glancing at me.

"See what?" Ramsey asked, frowning. "What happened again?"

"Can't it wait?" I interjected, feeling frustrated. For weeks, I'd been burdened with keeping my pregnancy from Ramsey. Nymeris had appeared twice in my dreams, warning me about the consequences of dishonesty between mates. I was finally ready to come clean, and now this interruption.

"It can't wait, Luna Lyla," Lenny shook his head firmly. "You need to come now," he said urgently to Ramsey.

"What happened? What is it?"

Lenny's gaze shifted to where I was indicating; he didn't want to say it with me in the room. Ramsey nodded and turned to me, squeezing my shoulders gently.

"I'll find you as soon as I can, alright?"

I wanted to blurt out what was on my mind, but Lenny stood there, giving him a pointed look. So instead, I nodded, watching him follow Lenny out of the room. My hand automatically moved to my baby bump, which was small but noticeable now if anyone was paying attention.

The door began to close behind them, but at the last moment, a hand wedged between the door and the frame. I looked up to see Terra slipping into the room with a quiet smile.

"We need to talk," she announced.

I returned to the table, gathering my scattered notes. "About what?"

"Come with me." She said, her voice leaving no room for argument.

"I don't have time right now," I said, still irritated by the interrupted moment with Ramsey. "I'll find you later."

I attempted to move past her toward the door, but Terra blocked my path. "We need to talk now, Lyla. Stop making things difficult."

I rolled my eyes, temper flaring. "If it's about telling Ramsey, I was about to do that when Lenny walked in asking for an audience with him."

"Yeah, I know. Perfect timing, because we've all agreed that telling him about the pregnancy right now would complicate a lot of things."

"We?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Me, Miriam, and Lenny."

I froze. "Lenny knows I'm pregnant? How? You told him?"

Terra shook her head. "I haven't breathed a word to anyone aside from your mother. But yes, he knows. It's rare for a Lycan to notice these things in werewolves, but he did. He confronted us about his suspicions."

"What suspicions?"

"He said you've changed. You constantly place your hand on your stomach. He thinks that if Ramsey finds out about the babies now, it would cause problems with the coming battle. You might want to put that conversation off for another time or maybe after we've dealt with the Dark One. There's so much at stake right now.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You're all being so dramatic. Can I go now?"

Terra shook her head. "There's one more thing. You need to follow me."

Too tired to argue further, I followed her out of the war room. We walked in silence through the corridors of the pack house, eventually stopping outside Nanny's bedroom. I turned to Terra in confusion.

"What are we doing here?"

"You'll find out soon enough," she replied cryptically.

Terra knocked lightly before opening the door. The first thing I noticed was Nanny—my mother—dressed in her white ceremonial gown, the one worn only for the most sacred Moon Temple rituals. I arched my eyebrow and looked to Terra for an explanation.

"I insisted she wear the ceremonial gown," Terra explained. "It's the only way to ensure she won't lie."

Nanny shot Terra a withering glare, then approached me, taking my hands in hers. She led me to the sofa in the corner of her room.

"What's going on?" I asked, growing increasingly uneasy.

"Everything's fine," Nanny assured me, though her tone lacked conviction.

She busied herself pouring tea into delicate cups, avoiding my gaze. Finally, after handing me a steaming cup, she sat across from me, her ceremonial robes pooling around her feet.

"There are certain things I need to tell you about," she began solemnly.

"What things?" I asked, setting the untouched tea aside.

My mother took a deep breath, her fingers tracing the gold embroidery on her sleeves—a nervous habit I'd noticed over the years. "About your heritage. About the prophecy. About what it truly means to be a Moonsinger."noveldrama

The gravity in her voice sent a chill down my spine. Whatever she was about to reveal, I sensed it would change everything I thought I knew about myself.

"I should have told you long ago," she continued, regret etching lines around her eyes. "But I thought-I hoped-the burden might pass you by."

Terra moved to stand behind Miriam, a silent sentinel, as my mother prepared to unveil secrets she'd guarded my entire life.

I leaned forward, suddenly desperate to hear what she had kept from me all these years.

"Tell me everything," I said.

"What I'm about to tell you has been guarded for generations," Nanny began, her fingers tracing the embroidery on her ceremonial gown again. "Moonsingers aren't just powerful werewolves with special abilities. They are direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself, with divine blood flowing through their veins."

She paused before continuing. "She created them to fight off Ferals, which clearly existed way before the Auréans. Though a lot of history books do not cover this, the Auréans were called guardians because they hunted down Ferals and made sure they did not try to corrupt the minds of the people.

I stared at her, trying to process this information. "Like demigods?"

"In a way," she nodded. "I suspect I might also be from that lineage. There is no trace of that, but Mother Liora might have dropped a hint before she died. Her oath as a High Priestess does not allow her to disclose things like that, but she asked me to make my findings about the Luna stone"

"You?" The word came out sharper than I intended.

"Yes." She reached into a pocket hidden within her robes and withdrew a small, luminous stone that pulsed with silvery light. "This is a small Luna Stone. One of the gifts Rian gave to the Auréans after taking Neriah as his mate. It was used to seal their treaty."

"They got married finally?" I asked, confused. "My visions of her stopped when Thames asked her to run away with him. And then there's also a part where she and Thames quarrelled because she had kept Corvus hidden, sort of, and Thames complained about that."

"Neriah got married to Rian Kincaid. She sat with him on the White Moon Throne, but that's not the point. This Luna stone," she pointed it at m,e "Couldn't have been owned by anyone except the Auréans. A small bit of it is gifted to a child after birth."

The stone seemed to respond to her touch, glowing brighter. I felt drawn to it, something inside me resonating with its energy.

"I was taken from my mother at birth because I was born a Sigma wolf," she continued. "But this stone has been with me always. I never understood why until I gave birth to you."