The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Sealed fates...

Lyla

I scrambled back to my feet, my vision was already blurring from exhaustion. The babies in my womb seemed to sense my distress—I felt a strange pulling sensation, as if the children were trying to draw more power than my body could safely provide.

"Nym?" I called out helplessly to my wolf. "Are you there?"

"I’m here, Lyla. The babies... I’m protecting them. You must do your best to stay alive. Use your powers."

"I would if they were working," I snapped, wondering if she wasn’t seeing what was going on. "If you could just help me..."

"You cannot shift while pregnant. You’re carrying two babies; that’s dangerous. Try to distract them, I’ll think of a way."

The Ferals had regrouped.

Caius was groaning where he lay on the group. Terra and Sage were weaving protective covering towards me. From the tiredness on their faces, I could tell they were weak.

Everyone was trying to protect me.

It should be me and not the other way around.

The Ferals moved in, tightening around us. I swallowed hard, trying to moisturise my dry throat. I wanted to sing. It was my last resort.

Then, suddenly, they stopped.

All seven creatures froze mid-attack, their glowing eyes losing focus. They straightened up slowly, their aggressive postures melting away into something almost docile.

"Hush now, babies," a familiar voice said from the smoke behind them.

I stiffened

A figure emerged from the haze—tall, dark-haired – NOW!, devastatingly handsome. He wore an expensive black suit that somehow remained perfectly clean despite the chaos around us. His shoes were polished to a mirror shine, not a speck of dust or blood on them.

It was Xander.

But this wasn’t the Xander I’d met a few months earlier or the one who had walked into my class in my human school.

NO!

This version radiated power like heat from a forge. His eyes held depths that seemed to stretch into infinity, and when he smiled, I could see that his canine teeth had grown into actual fangs.

The Ferals parted before him like a curtain, creating a clear path between us. They didn’t move away exactly—they stayed close, ready to attack if he commanded it. But their focus had shifted entirely to him.

He walked toward me with the confident stride of someone who owned everything in the world. When he was close enough that I could see the gold flecks in his eyes, he stopped and smiled.

It was a beautiful smile. Charming. Warm. Completely empty.

"Hello, Lyla Woodland," he said, his voice carrying the same cultured accent I remembered from our school days. "I’ve missed you."

"I have to deal with you, too?" I took on a nonchalant posture. "What do you want, Xander? Are you here to surrender so that we can end this war peacefully?"

"The war?" He chuckled. "The one started by Nathan and Ramsey. I had nothing to do with it. It wasn’t me who made two grown men fight? I did nothing."

"You did nothing?" I scoffed. "How about the Feral attacks? Was that me?"

He stared at me for a few seconds and shrugged. "To an extent. I can’t take all the credit for that, Lyla, or should I call you Neriah?" he took a step towards me, and Sage threw a protective covering, making a barrier between me and him.

Xander turned to her, his eyes scanning the length of her body. "I take it you don’t know who I am. I won’t hurt you, Lyla, don’t worry, and please don’t make me mad. I am not in a good mood today. So, stay aside and let adults talk."

Sage wouldn’t budge.

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