The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: The interpretation...

Ramsey

The journey back to the pack house passed in suffocating silence.

Our vehicles moved through the late evening like a funeral procession, as if it was carrying the corpses of victory and betrayal in equal measure.

Xander sat securely in the reinforced transport; he seemed a little willing to come with us. Just before he was loaded at the back of the truck, our gaze met and held – his had a hint of amusement.

The drive back to the pack house felt like the longest journey of my life. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, trying to process everything that had happened.

Xander’s words kept reechoing in my mind. You won’t tell him about the babies.

Everyone knew that Lyla was pregnant, even Lenny and Caius knew. It was just me. I was the stupid person.

Lyla sat beside me in the passenger seat, stealing glances when she thought I wasn’t looking. I could feel her anxiety rolling off her in waves, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak to her. What was I supposed to say? How long had she been planning to keep this from me?

When we finally reached the pack house, I parked and got out of the car without looking at her. I needed space. I needed time to think.

"Ramsey, we need to talk," she raced after me as I headed toward the back of the pack house.

I stopped in the foyer but couldn’t turn around. If I looked at her right now, I might say something I’d regret forever.

"I need to rest, Lyla. We’ll talk later."

"But—"

"Later."

The word came out harsher than I intended, but I couldn’t take it back. I walked away, leaving her standing alone.

I continued walking with no conscious direction in my mind. I found myself at the lake, close to the borders of the pack. I collapsed onto the wooden bench, staring out at the water.

The waning evening sun reflected on the surface of the lake, broken and incomplete. Just like everything else in my life right now.

She lied to me. Lyla looked at me every day and lied to me.

The thought circled through my mind over and over again. Not just about the pregnancy, though that cut deeper than any physical wound, but about everything. How many conversations had we shared where she actively chose to keep this secret?

How many times had she looked me in the eye and said nothing?

But the betrayal wasn’t even the worst part.

The prophecy was.

"When the twin moons rise, the Moonsinger’s sacrifice shall break the eternal chains. The Dark One returns."

I’d memorised the words since Killian handed me that incomplete parchment paper, hoping they meant something else, but now I knew it was a death sentence.

Lyla was the Moonsinger. The last of her bloodline, blessed with the power that flowed directly from Neriah herself. With everything that had happened now, I knew I was no Moon Priest, but one thing was clear: she would have to die to stop the Dark One permanently.

And now she was pregnant with our children.

I didn’t even know if I could get angry at this point. I was so miserable that it felt as if my heart would rip out of my chest.

Tell me what you’re thinking, Lax’s voice whispered in my mind.

"You know what I’m thinking."

The prophecy doesn’t have to mean what we think it means.

I laughed bitterly, the sound echoing across the water. "Doesn’t it? ’The Moonsinger’s sacrifice.’ How else are we supposed to interpret that?"

There might be another way.

"What other way?" I slammed my fist against the bench. "She’s pregnant, Lax. If the prophecy requires her death, it requires the death of the babies, too. Our babies."

Lax fell silent for a long moment. When he spoke again, his voice was heavy with sorrow. You’re going to try to stop her.

"Of course, I’m going to try to stop her. But you know Lyla. If she believes this is what needs to happen, she’ll find a way to do it whether I agree or not."

Then we make sure she never gets the chance.

"By doing what? Locking her up? Keeping her prisoner?" I shook my head. "That’s not love, Lax. That’s control. Besides, it’s not like she’s asking to do something out of place. This is what she was born for, Lax. This is her duty."

Sometimes love requires difficult choices.

"And sometimes love means accepting that the person you care about will make choices that destroy you."

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