The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 418 418: The web of deception

Lyla

I ca back to myself slowly.

My eyelids were heavy, and my lashes were sticky with dried tears. My head throbbed. I took a breather, and there was a tallic taste in my mouth that made my stomach churn.

The first thing I beca aware of as I ca to consciousness slowly was of the twins. They were moving restlessly inside . As soon as I noticed that, I panicked.

I tried to move my hands to soothe them, to place my palms on my belly in the gesture that usually soothes them over the past months, but that was when I noticed my hands were bound too.

I could perceive the acrid sll of silver biting into my wrists and the clink of chains echoing in the room.

All the fatigue vanished from my eyes.

I was lying on a narrow bed in what appeared to be so dical facility or laboratory. The walls were stark white, lined with equipnt I didn't recognise. The air slled of antiseptic and sothing else – sothing that made recoil in fear.

The lighting was harsh, so harsh that it made my eyes water.

Both of my hands were bound to the bed fra with heavy silver shackles that were already chafing my skin. Iron. The realisation chilled through .

I struggled against the restraints, tugging at them with all my strength, but they held firm. The tal was cold and unyielding, and every movent sent sharp pain shooting through my wrists where the edges bit into my skin.

"Be careful," a voice said from sowhere to my right, "You don't want to injure the babies."

I turned my head toward the voice and felt anger stir within . A woman sat in a chair near the foot of the bed, watching with eyes that seed to shift colour in the harsh lighting – sotis green and sotis gold.

She was beautiful in an unsettling way, with features that were almost too perfect, too symtrical. Her hair fell in waves of auburn that caught the light like spun copper, and her skin had an ethereal quality that seed to glow from within. But there was sothing wrong about her beauty, sothing that triggered every instinct I had to run.

This was the woman who had attacked in my forr house and the sa woman who had disguised herself as Circe.

The woman who had sat in my kitchen, who had laughed with , who had offered to enter my dreams to help interpret Nyris's ssages—the woman I'd trusted with my life and the lives of my unborn children.

I felt the anger that'd been slowly stirring within , burning with intensity now as I struggled against the restraints.

The silver shackles bit deeper into my wrists until I felt the warm trickle of blood, but I didn't care. All I could think about was how thoroughly I'd been deceived, how completely I'd let this creature into my life.

"You!" I spat, thrashing more against the bind. "You're the one—"

She chuckled, "Be quiet, Lyla. My brother has been dying to taste your blood, and one false move from you might convince to let him have just a small sip."

I turned my head and saw him then – another figure standing in the shadows near the door. He stepped forward into the light, and I had to bite back a scream.

He was tall and lean, with pale skin that looked almost translucent under the harsh lighting.

His dark hair was slicked back from a face that might have been handso if not for the predatory gleam in his red-tinged eyes. But it was his smile that made my stomach lurch – a wide grin that revealed elongated canines that glead like daggers.

A vampire. One of Xander's children, just as Circe – was it the real or fake Circe who had warned us?

He was looking at like I was a particularly appetising tongue darting out to lick his lips in a gesture that was both sensual and terrifying. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the barely restrained need to sink those fangs into my throat and drink until there was nothing left.

"Anyways, my bad, my na is Seliora and I'm half-fae, half-Lycan. That is my brother, Takas, and he's half-vampire, half-Lycan. You've t my other sister, Delia, right?"

"What do you think this is?" I snapped. "You think I am interested in knowing about your family tree?"

Seliora tilted her head, studying my expression like it amused her. "You're wondering how close you are to death. I'd say…one wrong word. So be good, Lyla. For your children's sake."

At this point, I was too angry to be afraid.

"You tricked . You shapeshifted into Circe," I said harshly, turning back to the woman who had violated my trust so completely. "That wasn't Ramsey. What did you do to my husband?" I yelled.

She rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a mocking smile. "Shapesshift? Oh, no. Please don't insult . I'm far too mature to resort to such crude thods."

"Then how—"

"Illusion, darling," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "A simple matter of making you see what I wanted you to see. Fae magic is far more elegant than the brute force shapeshifting that lesser creatures rely on."

"Where is she?" I demanded. "Where's the real Circe?"

Seliora smiled, revealing her teeth. She gestured to soone standing behind her – a figure I hadn't noticed before, dressed in dark clothing and standing so still they might have been a shadow.

"Bring her," she commanded.

The figure moved with chanical precision, disappearing through a door I hadn't seen before. Monts later, they returned, dragging sothing – soone – behind them.

My heart stopped.

It was Circe. The real Circe. But she was barely recognisable. She was designed with bruises and purple and black marks.

Her left eye was swollen completely shut, and her lip was split in multiple places, dried blood crusting around the wounds. Her beautiful hair was matted with blood and dirt, hanging in tangled strands around her battered face.

Her clothes were torn and stained with blood. So of it was hers, but I could sll other scents on her as well.

When the shadow-figure released her, she collapsed to the floor like a broken doll, her body curling in on itself as if every movent caused pain. She was conscious, but barely; her one good eye was unfocused and glazed with suffering.

"Circe!" I called out desperately, struggling against my restraints with force that the bed fra creaked. "Circe, can you hear ?"

Her head lolled for a few seconds as a faint groan slipped from her mouth.

She turned toward my voice with apparent effort, and when she saw , sothing flickered in her eye.

"Lyla," she whispered, her voice thick with pain. "I'm sorry. I tried to warn you, but they... they made watch while they..."

"Silence," Seliora hissed, and Circe's words cut off as if soone had stolen her voice.

I turned back to Seliora, trying not to let my anger get the best of . "What do you want?" I snarled, putting every ounce of authority I possessed into my voice.

She laughed, "What do I want? Oh, Lyla, it's straightforward. Very easy indeed."

She stood from her chair and moved closer to the bed, "But first, I need to show you sothing. Context is so important, don't you think?"