The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Trials of echoes - past lives III

Lyla

After that, I was in a library, and there was a man. From the rich clothing and aura he carried, I could tell he was rich.

"Alpha Lorian, your Beta is here, asking for you. Should I let him in?" a woman came to whisper to him.

Alpha Lorian raised his head and looked at the woman, smiling at her as his dimpled cheeks showed. "Yes, you can let him in. He would burn down this library if he could."

He was the Moonsinger before Raina. He was more interested in history than in ruling as an Alpha. He was the one who discovered hidden texts—the truth of who we were—and he sang to awaken minds.

More lives flashed before me, each was more vivid than the last. A man who discovered his power when his mate was threatened. A Beta whose child died in his hands after a Feral attack, and unleashed something greater.

Each Moonsinger faced the Dark One differently, but one thing was peculiar about them. None of them seemed to have the power to heal and transform. They were all regular Moonsingers who could weaken Ferals with their voices.

Some fought the Dark One with armies, some alone. Some nearly succeeded but fell short for various reasons: hesitation, pride, lack of knowledge, and inadequate preparation.

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Finally, I stood in the Northern Forest. It was filled with people, people I had seen before. They were werewolves, yet different—more graceful, they carried energy that could intimidate an innocent bystander. They were the Aureans.

Among them walked a woman of extraordinary beauty, a beautiful girl who had just blossomed into an adolescent. It was Neriah, the first Moonsinger.

Unlike the others, she didn’t discover her power through trauma or necessity. She sang before she could speak, her lullabies healing the sick, her battle songs driving away enemies.

"She is the Goddess’s daughter," an elder woman whispered to a child beside her. "Watch and learn."

I followed Neriah through the camp, feeling her joy in simple things—helping a healer tend wounds, teaching children to sing, laughing with friends around evening fires.

Then time shifted again. This time, I saw her meeting with Rian. She had a smile on her face and seemed happy.

The scene shifted, and it was Neriah again, with Thames. Her eyes kept darting backwards with urgency, as if she feared they’d be caught.

"I can’t choose between you," she told Thames. "My heart won’t allow it."

"Then don’t," Thames replied. "I can share, Neriah. My love for you is greater than jealousy. I want to be with you. Please."

The scene shifted to Neriah pacing around anxiously. Corvus stood behind her, smiling lazily.

"I’m pregnant," she said. I don’t know whose baby it is, but I met Rian after that day."

"The day we made love?" Corvus asked with a belligerent smile. "You don’t have to be shy about it. You’ve always been attracted to me, Neriah, way before you met Rian and married him. Why do you deny that part of you?"

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