The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 159 159: My child is not a mistake!

High Priestess Liora

"No!" Miriam shrieked. "We can't let her know." She said frantically. "She's so tender-hearted, Mother. She's suffered so much already, spent her entire teenage age dealing with her pheromones, and now that she has her life figured out a bit, I wouldn't want to wear her out by telling her that she's abnormal again.'

"Then what do you suggest we do, Miriam?"

"We have to stop her wolf from manifesting," Miriam replied, pushing herself to her feet, her fists clenched. "I'm going to stop it."

"What do you an?" I rose to my feet.

"I'm going to clamp her wolf," she replied, her voice shaking from desperation. "There's a way – I could use those pearls I once had. It'll suppress the wolf and would stop her from manifesting, and she won't even know."

"Restricting a two-tailed wolf with a pearl has always ended in disaster. When confined, their power becos uncontrollable. Is that what you want for Lyla?"

"It's the only way to protect her," Miriam shouted, her voice cracking. "If the Lycans discover what she is, they'll kill her without considering her powers as a Moonsinger. Do you understand ? They'll kill her, Mother Liora!"

I shook my head, trying to calm her down. "Things may change, Miriam. Right now, she's doing good, helping the warriors, and I'm sure her wolf has been the one responsible for everything she has done so far because her powers as a Moonsinger were taken away. It's no longer there. Perhaps…"

"No!" Miriam interrupted , her face flushed with anger. "You don't understand. She's my daughter! My child! I know what's best for her – not you, not anyone else."

I sighed. "It's fine, do whatever you want. You've always been this way."

"This way?" she huffed.

"Yes, Miriam…" I was growing annoyed. "You're being reckless again. You always have been headstrong. This isn't a choice you can make for her."

Miriam scoffed bitterly, her lips curling into a hollow smile. "Reckless? Yes. Maybe I am, and I don't regret it. It is my recklessness that got reunited with my child… you're not a mother; you cannot know what it ans to stay powerless, knowing your child is within your grasp, watching her call another woman mother and knowing you have limitations, but I choose this life. Better this than slaving away at the temple doing nothing."

"Miriam, watch your words!" I chided her.

"Leaving the temple – leaving all of this behind – was the best thing I ever did. You don't get to judge for loving my child more than the goddess."

"Your carelessness, your curiosity, caused all of this. Because of you," I snapped, my voice rising. "You released sothing into this world that should never have been. You birthed a power far worse than the Dark One."

Miriam froze, her breath catching as new tears rolled down her face. This ti, her expression was more broken than angry.

"How dare you?" She whispered hoarsely. "Do you think I wanted this? That I chose this? I fell in love, Mother Liora. I fell in love with a man who loved back."

"Oh, please!" I scoffed. "He rejected you; he wanted nothing to do with you and your child. You broke his family."

"HE LOVED !" She yelled, poking her chest with her index finger. "And so dearly. He loved our child, too."

"That's not what the stories say," I returned, eting her gaze. "This illusion you have created about love, Miriam… you think because the won at the temple don't have mates nor ever beca mothers, we do not know what it ans to love? Do you know how many nights I spent berating myself for everything that happened to you? How hard was it for us to continue our duties after you left? How difficult it was to go against our oaths… we lied for you, Miriam… seven won, including myself… paid the penance by lying because we couldn't afford to let one mistake define you."

"My child is not a mistake!" she retorted fiercely.

"She is!" I fired back. "You should never have slept with him. This is a punishnt from the goddess, and you must bear it. You must accept that your child…"

"I will not accept anything," she cut short. If the Moon Goddess wanted to serve her, why did she give these feelings? Why did she give us the ability to love? Why did she make love him? She sits there, folds her hands and does nothing. My child is the Moonsinger and not what she wants it to be."

"You had the silver mark, Miriam, and you t with another man that had the mark of the sun. What were you expecting? The moon goddess is not to be blad. She doesn't make Two-tailed wolves. That is the product of your indiscretions. You're supposed to be hers and hers alone… but failed."

"Let her deal with it then!" Miriam shouted back. "If she wants to punish , let her punish and leave my child alone. I am at fault… she didn't beg to be born. Let her co on to like a woman to woman, and we'll settle."

"Stop, Miriam," I yelled. "Stop saying vain words."

"I will…" she said coldly. "And I hope she's not deaf and hears everything I will say. I will never beco a High Priestess…"

"Miriam!"

"I would never serve her. I'll do as I please. Let n touch as they want, desecrate this body to my pleasure. If she touches my child… if she makes her suffer once more from her ridiculous experints, then I'll make sure I use the powers inside for my pleasure. I'll gladly do so, even if it ans joining hands with the Dark One. I'll take revenge."

I trembled. "Miriam… take back your words."

She ignored , and ca to where I was, her eyes were glittering with rage. "Well, Mother Liora… I will not sit back and watch her mistreat my baby again. I'll fight back."

With that, she stord towards the door.

With one hand on the handle, she looked back over her shoulder, pure defiance in her gaze.

"Don't expect for evening devotion, and you can ask the moon goddess to bring your food, make your bathe and change your sheets because I won't. Goodnight!" she spat before slamming the door behind her.

I stood still for a long mont, staring at the closed door. The conversation I just had now pressing into like an invisible stone on my chest. With a deep breath, I sank back into my chair, rubbing my temples as though trying to ward off an impending headache.

"Moon Goddess," I whispered under my breath. "Forgive her, guide ; this path is dark indeed."