The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Neriah

"You're going to throw everything away for a stranger? After everything your family has done for you?"

I flinched as if he'd struck me.

"My family is the reason why I'm trapped. My father asked me to reject you and marry the Lycan Leader's son. I am trying to find a way out of this mess and you stand there blaming me for things I know nothing about? Do you want it, Thames? Do you like that I am to be given to someone else who isn't you?"

For a moment, he didn't speak. The air between us crackled with tension.

"I trusted you," Thames whispered when he broke the silence. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Why didn't you prepare me in advance? Then we would have looked for a solution. Perhaps, you wanted it. The idea of ending up with someone like me, especially as you love the big packs with all the things they have different from us. The thought of becoming the Luna of the entire world must have appealed to you, Neriah."

My heart clenched painfully at the hurt in his voice. I opened my mouth, desperate to explain – to make him understand – but the words were stuck in my throat.

Corvus shifted behind me.

"You should go," he said quietly. "Both of you."

Thames's eyes flashed with fury.

"I'm not leaving without her."

Coruvs's gaze darkened, his body coiling with restrained power.

"I'm not asking."

My breath caught, fear prickling down my spine. I could feel the heat building between them – two predators on the verge of crashing.

"Stop – please," my voice broke as I stepped between them, my hands raised. "No one needs to get hurt."

Neither of them moved.

For a long, terrible moment, I and the forest held our breath.

Then finally, Corvus took a step back, melting into the shadows once more.

"You have until dawn," he murmured. "After that… you're on your own."

My heart clenched again as he disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the faint rustle of leaves in his wake. When I turned back to Thames, his eyes were still locked onto mine – haunted, angry… and betrayed.

"There's something you must understand, Neriah," he said quietly. "If your father knows you are associating with the Dark One…"

"He already knows," I cut him off. "But he won't tell me why I need not associate with him. Do you know? Besides, he told me his name is Corvus."

Thames avoided my gaze and reached for my hand. "Let's get out of here."

I didn't argue, I allowed him to guide me. We walked slowly until we got to the edge of the pack. Then Thames turned to me.

"Corvus… the Dark One is a Lycan gone rogue."

"A Lycan gone rogue?" I turned to him with a start. "I've heard of werewolves going rogue but not a Lycan going rogue."

"He was one of them, Neriah. A highly trusted warrior under the Lycan Leader's rule – a Shadowblade."

I paused and my eyes widened with shock. Shadowblades were secret assassins of the Lycan race. They operated from the shadows, doing the dirty work of the packs – eliminating enemies, covering up scandals, and protecting powerful bloodlines. They were loyal till death.

If Corvus was one of them, then why did he turn against them?

"I thought they're bound to the Lycans and must always be Loyal. Why did he turn against them?"

"He became power-thirsty, I guess and due to the bond that comes with the position, he turned into something else. That's why he's something strange. For a while now, he has been recruiting people with him to turn against the Lycan race. Bottom line, it's more complicated than I am saying right now but you should stay away from him."

I nodded. "Then what does it have to do with me specifically? My Father said I cannot allow Corvus to have me. What does that mean?"

Thames shrugged. "I don't know. No one discusses these things, Neriah. It's like a taboo topic."

Even if Thames knew, he wouldn't tell me. Somehow, the story about him suddenly turning into something else didn't make sense to me and I knew if there was one person who could answer my question it would be Corvus himself.

I will go and find him at dawn.

~~~

I waited until the house was quiet before I slipped on my cloak and tip-toed to the door. My eyes were heavy with sleep but finding out the whole truth was more important to me than any other thing at this point.

Quietly, I opened the door of my room, relying on my night vision as I closed it gently. Satisfied there was no other person in the hallway, I started walking towards the door when a voice stopped me from behind.

"Where are you going to?"

I froze, rolling my eyes as I turned to find, Rian – the Lycan Leader's son leaning by my door. He looked dressed for someone who should be in his room sleeping.

I turned, meeting his amber gaze in the semi-darkened hallway. "What of you? The visitor's quarters are far from the main pack house. What are you doing here?"

He pushed away from the wall and sauntered to where I stood, stood a few inches away from me. "I came to find you," he muttered, reaching for my jaw and jerking it toward him. His eyes flashed with lust – I didn't need to be told he had a mission. "You were supposed to spend the night with me – in my room."

I stepped away from his touch. "We aureans do no consummate before the union. I'm sorry, Rian but you'll have to wait after the joining ceremony."

"Your father said I could be with you, only I mustn't get you pregnant and that he would take special…"

"Then go fuck him instead," I cut him short. "His room is the last at the end of the hallway. I'm sure he would give it to you nice and warm like you want it. As for me, if you cannot wait until after the joining ceremony, I'm sorry, I cannot help you."

He chuckled, leaning back on the wall. "This character doesn't suit you, Neriah. One of the reasons I agreed to you is how ridiculously beautiful you are. Those hips will make any man go crazy. Let's cut to the chase…and get this attraction out of the way."

"I am not a dish for you to sample. I have no intention of ending up with you, much less, letting you see any part of my body. Now, if you'll excuse me…" I turned. "I must hurry."

In a flash, he was standing in front of me. Most Lycans have super speed. "Where are you going to?" he asked, staring at me pointedly.

I inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying not to snap. Somewhere in the distance, a cock crowed for the third time since I woke up. It would be dawn soon. I had to take care of this horny bastard in front of me.

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

"Do what…"

He didn't complete the sentence before I flicked my wrist and sent a blue flame to him, knocking him out completely. It was a simple sleeping spell. He should be out of it for at least an hour.noveldrama

Side-stepping him, I continued towards the door, walking as briskly as I could. A few minutes later, I was standing in the same spot as yesterday. Just as I was about to wonder where Corvus was, I saw him walking towards me.

"You came!" he chuckled. "Good for you. Follow me!" he beckoned on me.

I shook my head, suddenly feeling my heart pounding in my chest. "You're a Shadowblade. Why did you turn against your people?"

The smile on his face slowly waned. He stood there staring at me.

"I am not trying to judge you or anything but I need to understand why no one wants us together. I need to know why you're called the Dark One."

"Who told you I was a Shadowblade?" he said quietly.

I didn't want to call, Thames's name. "I eavesdropped on my father talking with some Alphas. Tell me, what happened? I deserve to know that at least. That's the only way I can trust you."

He was quiet for a while before he sighed deeply.

"Because I found out the truth about what the Lycans were hiding all along – the secret behind the power of the White Moon Throne."

"Behind the power of the White Moon Throne?" I arched my brow. "That's the Moon Goddess…"

"That's what they want you to believe. The Lycans have sold that to gullible werewolves like you all for generations, calling that power the Moon Goddesses'. Using it to their advantage. Meanwhile, they had been using a forbidden ritual involving Omegas to strengthen the so-called White Moon Throne power and their bloodline."

"A forbidden ritual?" I wondered.

"Ancient dark magic where they would sacrifice Omegas with powerful pheromones in secret ceremonies to bind the Lycan bloodline to the dark gods and strengthen the power of the White Moon Throne…"

He paused, holding my gaze.

"And your grandfathers, Neriah, was one of the masterminds behind these rituals."

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