The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Lyla

I tried to rise, but he was on me instantly. Each blow he landed on me weakened me more until my attempts to defend myself became feeble.noveldrama

I just held up my hand over my head, trying not to succumb to the pain I felt. I wished there was something I could do. I wish Nymeris was here.

For one, I didn't want to cause too much damage because Nathan was somewhere inside him, and I couldn't risk it. On the other hand, I had to survive. I had to fight back.

I kept whispering the words to myself until he landed one vicious strike to my face, and it sent me crashing to the ground. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I tried to push myself up, but my body was shaking, and I fell back to the ground.

I rolled on the floor. I wanted to scream out the pain that was coursing through me in strong waves, but my voice couldn't come.

He came to stand over me; he wasn't even breathing hard. Unlike me, that felt like my lungs would finally jump out of my body.

"Lyla," he crooned, "I wish I could express how turned on I am with this fight you're trying to put up. I wish we had met in saner climes, then I could have fucked out that rage in you."

I glared at him.

"Did you really think you could defeat me?" he asked, his voice was dripping with contempt.

He bent down, his face inches from mine. "I'll see you after I take over this world," he whispered. That is, if you survive. You'd only be in the way of what comes next."

I tried to speak, but I could only cough, spattering blood on the floor.

"Oh, the Ferals were never really the game plan," he continued, enjoying my helplessness. "They were simply a distraction. This time, I've gathered armies from every world—humans, other were-creatures like panthers and foxes, even vampires." His eyes gleamed with content.

Fear coursed through me as everything became clearer. This wasn't just about Nathan, me, or even the pack. This was about domination on a scale I could barely comprehend.

"The... others... will fight," I managed to gasp out.

He laughed. "I give all the Alphas a few days at best. They'll succumb as soon as they see the danger and number of my armies." His voice lowered. "And right now, Ramsey plans to marry Cassidy and unlock the power of the white moon throne, making my work even easier."

He grabbed me by the throat, lifting me effortlessly. I struggled weakly, but I was too battered, too drained to put up much resistance.

"I used to think I needed you," he said, studying my face. "But on second thought, I don't anymore. You've played your role perfectly." He smiled, the expression chilling on Nathan's face. "If you can survive here, perhaps I'll make you my queen when it's all over."

He dropped me unceremoniously, turning toward the door. I panicked. If he left me here, everyone would die—and it would be my fault.

I grabbed his ankle, forcing myself to appear even weaker than I was. "Please," I begged, allowing tears to fill my eyes. "Don't leave me here."

I knew how pathetic I sounded. I wanted him to think I was broken and defeated. I needed to buy time to figure out how to stop him or to leave here alive.

I was too weak, and since I didn't have a wolf to heal me and couldn't use my moon singing ability on myself, I had to rely on my wits to get out alive.

He looked down at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. "You should be grateful," he said. "I'm saving you from losing all your power and killing everyone like Neriah did. I'll do the killing for you."

My vision was beginning to blur, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away. But I forced myself to maintain my grip on his ankle, using it to pull myself unsteadily to my feet.

I hadn't used my powers for several minutes now. I could feel a tiny reserve of strength building inside me—not much, but perhaps enough for one final effort.

"Pathetic," he muttered, trying to shake me off.

I pushed him with every ounce of strength I had left, channeling my physical strength and every ounce of power I could muster. The effect was more than either of us expected.

Xander flew across the room, slamming into the far wall with a sickening crunch. The impact left a massive dent in the plaster, and he slid to the ground in a crumpled heap.

I waited, heart pounding, but he didn't move.

Freedom. The door. I had to get out.

I stumbled toward it, but my body was growing heavy. I'd used up too much strength in that final attack. The door seemed to move back with each step I took, growing more distant rather than closer.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor. Still, I refused to give up. I began to crawl, dragging myself inch by agonizing inch toward it.

The room darkened around me, and the world spun in dizzying circles. My fingers clawed at the floor, fighting for every bit of progress.

But it wasn't enough. Darkness crept in from the edges of my vision.

The vision I had seen from the first time I met with those Ferals in the Northern Forest where I was in a field filled with many dead people flashed into my mind. I couldn't help but think in my half-dead state if that would be our fate.

Everyone trusted in me, but whether or not they believed I could save them was my responsibility. The fate of this world and the lives of everyone depended solely on me.

I kept crawling. I couldn't stay here. Everyone would die. I couldn't let him win. I couldn't let everyone down.

The darkness grew, swallowing everything – the sound of my heartbeat thudding in my ears, the blood dripping from my mouth, the cold emptiness of the room.

And then…

Silence.

Complete and absolute.