The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354: When love becomes weaponized.

Lyla

Ramsey’s arms tightened around me as he turned to face him. "Xander, it’s surprising to see you here."

"You’re smarter than Rian, I agree. I’m still having a hard time believing that you would set yourself and your people up to lure me in and gather information. I’m impressed, you managed to rid me of my armies, and yet you want to take her from me again? Remember what happened the last time you tried?"

Ramsey arched a brow at him. "What do you mean?

"Rian, the first Lycan Leader from White Moon Throne, whom Neriah was promised to do, I killed him and Thames, Neriah’s real mate, whom you stole. I killed both Rian and Thames. I made them fight each other. I wouldn’t want to do that to you."

"I am not any of them, Xander and whatever residue from your past, I hope you can drop them and realise, we’re in the future. I wouldn’t want to fast forward your death.

Xander laughed. "My death? Oh, Ramsey, you always were so limited in your thinking. Death is merely another form of evolution for those who are smart enough to embrace it. I have died so many times that I have lost count. If dying is my fate, then I don’t want it."

"Is that what you call murdering innocent people?" Ramsey shot back, his voice heavy with disgust. "Evolution?"

"I call it necessity," Xander replied smoothly. "The weak serve the strong. It’s the natural order. I am strong, and I will ensure that your race is wiped from history. Your father’s before you killed my sister. I gave my service to the Lycans, and my reward? Taking away the only family I have."

While they were still talking, I caught movement in my peripheral vision.

Behind Xander, barely visible through the lingering smoke, Nanny was moving. She pressed herself low against the ground, using the debris from the explosion as cover. Her movements were painfully slow but deliberate—every step calculated to avoid making even the slightest sound.

I had to keep Xander’s attention focused on us.

"Can you stop living in the past. You cannot come after a generation because of the sins of their fathers?"

"You have no idea what I had to go through, Lyla. Neriah was going to be mine. We had everything, instant connection..."

"She was not your mate to begin with. You only approached her because you felt she could take away the curse from breaking the blood oath..." I fired back, loving the way his eyes widened with shock.

"I know everything about what happened in the past. I have seen things for myself, and aside from being a coward, you lie so much that your lies are beginning to look like the truth. Whatever hold you had on Neriah ended with her when she realised who you truly are. You deceived her."

"I didn’t deceive her," he countered. "She did all of those things because she wanted to show me how much she cared about me. I know you love me, Lyla. You may not know this, but I do. If I had not held myself back several times in the human world, maybe you would have looked more radiant than you do now," his gaze travelled over me possessively. "Motherhood agrees with you."

I stiffened, sneaking a glance at Ramsey, who seemed not to take Xander’s last word to heart. In desperation, I kept talking to maintain Xander’s focus and not give Ramsey a second to ponder the things Xander had said.

"You’re delusional if you think I’d ever choose you over Ramsey."

"Choose me?" Xander tilted his head, genuinely amused. "Oh, sweetheart, you misunderstand. This isn’t about choice anymore. You’re going to help me whether you want to or not."

Behind him, Nanny had reached her position. She knelt in the shadows directly behind Xander, her hands began to move in complex patterns. Her lips moved silently, she was making an incantation.

"Help you what?" I demanded, forcing myself to look only at Xander’s face. "Destroy everything good in this world?"

"Create something better," he corrected. "A world where power isn’t wasted, where everyone is equal. A world where Omegas are seen as living things and not made sacrificial lambs."

Nanny’s hands began to glow with a soft, silvery light. The illumination was barely visible, like starlight through clouds, but I could see it growing stronger. She was weaving something complex—a binding spell, maybe, or something to disrupt the dark magic controlling the Ferals.

"You’re insane," Ramsey said flatly. "The old world order kept the balance. You’re talking about chaos."

"I’m talking about progress," Xander snapped. "About finally putting power where it belongs—in the hands of those who know enough to wield it properly."

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