The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. - Chapter 408

Chapter 408: A new roommate…

Lyla

“Are you crazy?” Circe snapped, turning to face Kyren with disbelief written across her face. “Didn’t you just hear what I said? They’re onto me. They’re desperately looking for me because my cover was blown…”

“And yes, they didn’t see your face, but they captured your scent,” Kyren finished for Circe, his tone matter-of-fact as always. “Yeah, I heard you loud and clear. Besides, I’m not crazy. I am smart.”

“I don’t think so,” Circe scoffed, folding her hands. “I won’t be granting that request, sir.”

“Hear me out first before you conclude,” Kyren said. “Now, they didn’t see your face. They cannot prove that you’re the same person they’re looking for, and we all know that these days, scents can be deceiving. It’s easy for anyone to smell like any supernatural creature with shifting spells, potion fogs or even essence cloaks.”

“So you want Circe to confuse them?” I asked, trying to wrap my mind around what Kyren was suggesting. The idea seemed both brilliant and dangerous.

“Exactly,” Kyren nodded, his eyes never leaving Circe’s face. “If you show up with us, act cool and confident, we’ll also tell them that you’re a Lycan Alpha. They know Lycans rarely venture into the human world, so it’ll confuse them more.”

Circe’s eyebrows shot up. “I am a Lycan Alpha, Kyren, in case you don’t know. I run a pack, so you’re not doing me a favour by telling them that.”

“Of course, I know that,” Kyren sighed again. “It’s obvious.”

“But the way you made it sound…”

“Guys!” I interrupted Circe, looking from her to Kyren, who had an exasperated look on his face. “This is neither the time nor the place for petty quarrels; we need to come to a resolution and fast.”

“What’s the end goal here?” Ramsey said suddenly as a frown tugged on his brow. “Circe’s scent can easily be masked or altered, at least for the period she’d be meeting with Delia. But why? Why do you need her to confuse them?”

“It’s a bait,” Kyren replied. “At the end of our meeting with Delia, I’ll invite her to move in with us. Tell her that the investigation is progressing now and hint that we have a lead, and she would come if she thinks there’s more to Circe than meets the eye.”

“So, I am the bait? What if they figure out that I am who they’re looking for?” Circe asked.

“Even if they do, we’ll be several steps ahead of them. The easiest way to take out your enemy is to create a façade for them. The best way to keep a snake from biting is to put it in a class cage and let it think it’s free. In this case, we would be creating one that would help to keep us safe and prevent any form of attack from Delia’s minions.”

“But that’s risky,” I said, shifting uncomfortably. “She could ask them to attack us and act innocent like she didn’t know.”

“She won’t,” Kyren replied with certainty. “She’ll be too suspicious of the sudden invite, and while that will keep her occupied, it will put her in our sight. We will make no effort to monitor her or her activities – treat her like a real team member. By the end of the third day, I’m sure she’ll spill something out and we’ll take it from there.”

Circe crossed her arms, studying Kyren with newfound respect. “You’re more devious than I gave you credit for.”

“It’s kept us alive this long,” he replied with a cheeky smile.

Ramsey moved closer to me, “And what if she doesn’t slip up? What if she’s smarter than we’re giving her credit for?”

“Then we learn that too,” Kyren said. “Information is power, and right now, we need all the power we can get.”

I felt Nymeris stirring within me, my wolf’s restlessness matching my growing anxiety. “This sounds dangerous, especially with…” I gestured to my belly, “the babies coming.”

“Which is exactly why we need to act now,” Kyren turned to me, his expression softening. “Lyla, we need to figure out where their meeting centres are. Could you ask your wolf to do this for us? Any information Nymeris might have could give us a head start.”

“I can try, but lately, our communication has been… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” Circe asked.

“She puts me in these trance-like states, takes me to places I can’t quite remember when I wake up,” I explained, feeling frustrated just thinking about it. “It’s like she’s trying to tell me something important, but I can’t retain the information.”

Ramsey squeezed my hand gently. “Maybe this isn’t the time to push that connection. You’re already under enough stress.”

“No,” I said firmly. “If Nymeris has information that could help protect our family, then I need to find a way to access it.”

Kyren nodded approvingly. “Good. We’ll need every advantage we can get.”

Circe was watching me with concern. “Lyla, forcing a connection with your wolf while you’re pregnant with twins… that could be dangerous.”

“Everything about this situation is dangerous,” I replied, “at least this is something I can control.”

“Can you?” Ramsey asked quietly. “Control it, I mean?”

I looked at him, seeing the worry in his eyes. “I have to try.”

Kyren cleared his throat, drawing our attention back to him. He turned to Circe with that flat, serious expression he wore when he was about to ask for something significant. “I’m going to need a favour from you when we meet her.”

“What favour?” Circe asked, wariness creeping into her voice.

“Just promise me that no matter what I say, you’ll play along.”

Circe’s eyes narrowed. “If it makes sense.”

“Even if it doesn’t. Promise me you’ll play along.”

The room fell silent as Circe studied Kyren’s face, trying to read between the lines. Finally, she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. But if you get me killed, I’m haunting you for eternity.”

“Fair enough,” Kyren replied with what might have been the ghost of a smile.

“What exactly are you planning to say?” I asked, feeling like there were layers to this plan that we weren’t being told about.

“The less you know beforehand, the more natural your reactions will be,” Kyren said. “Trust me.”

Ramsey scoffed. “Famous last words.”

“Do you have a better plan?” Kyren challenged.

“No,” Ramsey admitted reluctantly. “But I don’t like going into a situation blind, especially with Lyla and the babies at risk.”

“We’re not going in blind,” Kyren said. “We’re going in prepared to adapt. There’s a difference.”

After they finished discussing the finer details of the plan – timing, cover stories, contingency plans – the group began to disperse. Ramsey went to make some calls, and Kyren disappeared upstairs, probably to contact Elias about the new house arrangements.

Circe caught my arm as I started to follow Ramsey out of the room. My waist was aching so bad, and I wanted to lie down for a second.

“Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?”

I nodded, settling back down beside me on the couch. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s about you, Lyla and your connection to the Dark One. Like I said, this is purely a hunch, but you should be careful until we’re sure that you’re not connected to Xander or any of his children.”

“Relax, Circe,” I laughed. “I’m not. I didn’t follow through with the blood oath. I’m sure of that, and Xander is dead; there’s no way we can be connected.”

“And that’s the problem right there,” she sighed. “You started the process with him, exchanged energies and also helped to remove some measure of restriction on him. One of the easiest ways to bring someone back to life… that is someone who took the blood oath, is to sacrifice the second person used for the blood oath.”

I frowned. “What are you insinuating? I just told you, I didn’t complete the blood oath with Xander. Nanny came just in time…”

“I know!” she nodded, flashing me a smile. “I’m not trying to invalidate what you just said, but I’m trying to let you know that the risks are still there. In spirituality, there are no half processes. It is either to go through with it or you don’t do it at all; stopping halfway is not always a good look.”

I stayed for a minute, trying to process Circe’s words. “So, how can I protect myself if this becomes a problem in the future?”

“I don’t know, Lyla…” she sighed. “Blood oaths are more complicated than we think, but I’m working on it, checking to see what can be done.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Circe. I truly appreciate this, and I was going to keep quiet about it, but I think I should share it.”

Circe turned to me eagerly. “Tell me.”

“I told you about the trances, but there’s more to it.” I turned to face her fully. “Whenever Nymeris wants to talk with me, she puts me in this trance-like state and takes me to this strange place. However, the problem is that I can’t remember this place when I wake up. The only description I remember is a mighty star sign in front of a building.”

Circe’s eyebrows drew together in concentration. “A star sign? Can you describe it more specifically?”

I’m under the weather and trying to recover.

Updates may be slow this week, as most chapters have not been pre-written, unlike ‘Claimed by the Wrong Alphas’.

But I’ll do my best to resume uploading from tomorrow.

And I’m hoping there’s a cure for this sleepiness. I don’t want to be like Lyla… please.