The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. - Chapter 421

Chapter 421: The rescue…

Ramsey

The chains binding my wrists to the concrete wall had chafed my skin raw hours ago, but I’d long since stopped feeling the pain.

The others were in various states of consciousness around me. Kyren sat slumped against the opposite wall, his head hanging forward, but his breathing steady. The Hollow Kin elders flanked him, their faces grim but alert. Elias was to my left, testing his restraints periodically.

But it was Miriam who worried me most. The High Priestess sat rigid in her chains; her usually serene composure was filled with anxiety. Her dark eyes darted constantly toward the door, and I could see her lips moving in what looked like silent prayers or incantations.

“Listen to me, all of you,” I said quietly, my voice carrying just enough for them to hear. “Whatever happens, whatever they try to make us do or say, our priority is staying alive long enough for help to arrive.”

“Help?” one of the elders rasped, his voice hoarse from hours of captivity. “How can you be certain help is coming?”

“My Beta knows I’m here,” I replied. “He’ll track us down, and you all saw me reach out to my sister-in-law. I’m sure she’ll know what to do.”

Kyren lifted his head, his pale eyes meeting mine. “You’re banking a lot on your sister-in-law’s instincts.”

“I’m banking on the fact that she’s been trained by one of the most paranoid and strategically minded Alphas in the South,” I corrected.

Miriam suddenly spoke up, her voice filled with panic. “But what about Lyla? Ramsey, what if they took her, too? What if she’s somewhere in this facility? What if they’re hurting her? What if they’re using her condition against her?”

I felt my wolf surge forward at the thought, my hands clenching into fists despite the chains. “They won’t hurt her,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure I believed it. “She’s too valuable to them. Whatever they want, they need her alive and unharmed to get it.”

“You don’t know that,” Miriam insisted, tears streaming down her face. “These creatures, they’re not like the enemies we’ve faced before. They’re Xander’s children, bred for cruelty and manipulation. What if they’re torturing her to force her compliance? What if they’re threatening the babies?”

“Miriam—”

“She’s alone, Ramsey!” Miriam’s voice cracked with anguish. “She’s alone and pregnant and terrified. They took us all from the house and left just her. Doesn’t that tell you something? Those monsters may want to use her for whatever twisted plan they’ve concocted. And we’re stuck here, chained to walls like animals, completely helpless to protect her.”

The pain in her voice was hurting me.

“She’s not helpless,” I said firmly. “Lyla is stronger than any of them realise. She survived Xander himself and defeated him when he was at full power. She’ll survive this, too.”

“But the pregnancy—”

“Makes her more protective, not weaker,” I interrupted. “You know as well as I do that a pregnant female defending her young is the most dangerous creature in our world.”

Kyren nodded slowly. “He’s right. I’ve seen who Lyla is. Pregnancy or no pregnancy, she’s not going down without a fight.”

“And when help arrives,” I continued, “we need to be ready to act. That means conserving our strength, staying alert, and not giving our captors any reason to view us as an immediate threat.”

Miriam wiped her eyes with the back of her chained hands. “You really think we will be found?”

“I know they will come for us eventually,” I said with certainty. “The question is how long it will take, and whether we can—”

I stopped mid-sentence as a faint sound reached my ears. It was a scratching sound coming from somewhere beneath the floor of our cell. I held up a hand for silence, straining to listen.

The scratching repeated.

A smile spread across my face as recognition dawned on me. “Everyone move to the corner,” I said quietly. “Now.”

“What?” Elias asked, confusion evident in his voice.

“Help is here,” I replied with a grin, “Get away from the centre of the room.”

The others obeyed without question, awkwardly shifting their positions to huddle in the far corner despite their restraints. Moments later, the scratching stopped, replaced by a different sound – the grinding of stone against stone.

A section of the floor in the centre of our cell began to sink downward, revealing what appeared to be a hidden tunnel system. Three figures emerged from the opening.

They were dressed in full tactical gear. But I recognised the insignia on their uniforms immediately: White Moon Pack’s elite security division.

“Lycan Leader,” the lead figure said, pulling off his helmet to reveal a face I’d seen before at inter-pack gatherings and also bowing respectfully. “We’re here to get you out.”

The team immediately set to work on our restraints.

“How many others?” I asked as feeling returned to my hands and arms.

“Six additional teams are sweeping the facility,” he replied efficiently. “We’ve identified seventeen captives total, plus an unknown number of hostiles. The primary objective is extraction, the secondary is intelligence gathering.”

As soon as my restraints were removed, I shifted into my Lycan, but not entirely.

“Finish up from here, and let’s meet up later. I need to go and find my wife,” I told the team leader.

“Sir, protocol requires—”

“Protocol can go to hell,” I snarled, already moving toward the door. “My pregnant mate is somewhere, either here in this facility or back at home. I need to make sure she’s okay.”

I burst through the cell door and into a corridor lined with similar cells, most of them empty now thanks to the rescue teams. But the scent trail I was following led deeper into the facility, toward what smelled like medical equipment and antiseptic.

The first guard I encountered was human – or at least mostly human.

The scent coming off him was strange and tainted with something that made my wolf recoil in disgust. He raised some weapon, but I was on him before he could fire, my claws raking across his chest and sending him crashing into the wall.

Two more guards rounded the corner, moving with speed. The first one had the pale skin and red eyes of a vampire.

He launched himself at me with fangs extended, but I caught him mid-leap and slammed him into the floor with force. The second guard tried to flank me, but my enhanced reflexes in Lycan form made him seem to move in slow motion.

My backhand sent him flying into a door that bent under the impact. Neither guard got back up.

More of them appeared as I fought my way through the facility’s maze-like corridors. Some were clearly human mercenaries, enhanced with drugs or something else that made them stronger and faster than a normal human.

Others were supernatural hybrids like Xander’s children.

I tore through their defences like they were made of paper, fighting with all the strength I had left in my reserve.

The corridor opened into a larger area that looked like a car park. Several black vans sat waiting, with their engines running. I shifted back to human form and dove toward the nearest vehicle just as automatic weapons fire erupted behind me.

I rolled behind the van’s armoured bulk and yanked open the driver’s door, sliding into the seat as bullets shattered the windows around me. The engine roared to life, and I floored the accelerator, smashing through the bay doors and out into the night.

“Ramsey!”

I looked in the rearview mirror to see Kyren and Miriam running toward the vehicle. I slammed on the brakes, and they dove into the backseat just as more guards emerged from the facility.

“Lyla is not in the facility,” I told them as soon as they entered. “My best bet is she’s still at home, and if we’re here, I think there might be people impersonating us.”

“I think so too,” Kyren nodded. “Hurry, we don’t have all day.”

I drove the car as fast as it could go, racing through the night and various traffic signs. I’m sure I’d violated more than one traffic rule, but at this point, I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with my wife.

When we reached the house, my worst fears were confirmed. The front door hung open, swaying in the night breeze like a broken wing. Even from outside, I could smell blood.

We walked towards the house carefully. Kyren flanked us from behind while Miriam stayed between us, but we were wasting our time. The house was empty.

Inside, it looked as if a hurricane had just passed through it. The living room area had a lot of its furniture overturned. Walls were marked with what looked like claw marks and a trail of blood leading from the living room toward the kitchen.

It wasn’t a lot of blood, but enough to make someone alarmed.

In the kitchen, we found signs of a struggle. Broken dishes, a chair knocked over, and more blood spattered across the floor. But no bodies. No indication of what had happened to Lyla or where she might have been taken.

Miriam stood in the centre of the destruction for a moment, taking in the scene. Then she collapsed to her knees and began to cry.

“She’s gone,” Miriam whispered between tears. “They took her, and we have no idea where, and she’s all alone with those monsters, and—”

“She’s not gone,” I said fiercely, kneeling beside her and gripping her shoulders. “She’s alive, Miriam. I can feel it. And we’re going to find her.”

But even as I spoke the words, I could feel despair creeping into my heart.

Kyren was already on his phone, calling for additional support and giving instructions.

But I could see in his eyes the same fear that was eating at me from the inside.

We’d rescued ourselves, but we might already be too late to save the one person who mattered most.