The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 334

Lyla

"Does it have anything to do with my babies?" I asked, staring at both of them.

Nanny and Terra exchanged knowing looks, but they didn't say anything.

"What?" I asked.

As they didn't say anything. Horror dawned on me as I understood. "My babies. He wants my babies."

"Not both of them," Nanny corrected. "Just one. The one who carries shadow magic, the echo of what his child would have been. He could make himself whole again with that power, breaking the curse and gaining unlimited power."

My arms wrapped protectively around my stomach. "How could he possibly know about my pregnancy? It's just you and Terra who know and…" I stopped, as I realised. "Lenny. He sensed it and must have reported to the Dark One."

"I think so. Lenny is more than he appears," Terra agreed. "But that's a conversation for another time. He doesn't pose a threat."

Nanny reached for my hands. "Lyla, listen to me. The reason I've kept all this from you is that the choice you face is unbearable. To defeat the Dark One permanently, you must use your true Moonsinging power—channelled through your pheromones—during the twin moons rising."

"And what will that do to me?" I asked, sensing the worst was yet to come.

"It will require a sacrifice," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Either your life... or one of your children."

The room seemed to tilt around me. "No," I said, rising again. "That's not a choice. That's a nightmare."

"That's why I wanted to spare you this knowledge," Nanny pleaded. "I hoped we might find another way."

"There is no other way," Terra stated flatly. "The cycle must be broken. A life of divine blood must be given willingly to balance what Neriah disrupted centuries ago."

I paced furiously as my mind raced. "I won't sacrifice my children. And I won't leave them motherless either."

"I thought you said you didn't want them," Terra smirked. "You sounded so sure."

I turned to glare at her, Nanny touched her hand, and shook her head.

"I'm sorry," Terra sighed. "It's just that I didn't see you dying, Lyla. Did I see the war? Yes. It was the first thing I told your mother when she returned from the human world. There will be war. People will die, packs will be destroyed forever, but there is hope, and you didn't die."

"I won't sacrifice my babies. Any of them." I reiterated.

"Then the Dark One will continue to return, generation after generation," Nanny said. "And eventually, he will win."

I stopped pacing and turned to face them both. "You said my power channels through my pheromones. What exactly does that mean? What can I do with my true power?"

Terra hesitated. "Stories say Neriah could create and destroy with a song. She could transform reality itself. But each use of that power corrupted her further, until she nearly destroyed everything she loved."

"And that's my destiny?" I asked bitterly. "To choose between corruption, death, or sacrificing my child?"

"Destiny can be reshaped," Nanny said quietly. "That's why I've told you everything—so you can make your choice with full knowledge, not blindly as Neriah did."

"Does Ramsey know any of this?" I demanded.

"No," Terra answered."

I thought of Ramsey, of how desperately I'd wanted to tell him about the babies just moments ago. How would he react to all of this? Would he try to protect and stop me from facing the Dark One?

"Don't tell him," I decided suddenly. "Not about any of this. Not until I figure out what to do."

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