The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger.-Chapter 322: More secrets!

Ramsey

"What?" I stared at him, confused. "The White Moon Throne is our pack's leadership seat. It has nothing to do with White Lake."

He shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "You know so little of our true history, Ramsey. The White Moon Throne wasn't always ours. It was governed by a Lycan from White Lake, particularly from Thorne's family. In those days, the Throne would choose its successor, and it was always from White Lake, until my great-grandfather…well, removed by many generations, though, discovered the secret behind the White Moon Throne's selection."

"Secret?" I stared at my grandfather, confused. "What other secret other than the powers of it are controlled by the Moon Goddess."

He laughed. "Rules, laws are for werewolves, Ramsey. A lot of Lycans do not care so much about the Moon Goddess. We love the celebration, of course, but we won't go out of our way for her."

"So, the White Moon Throne doesn't have powers like you all claim?"

"It does," my grandfather sighed. "The first Lycan to ever sit on that Throne was Rian Kincaid. But back then, according to the story, his father had to make a lot of sacrifices. They used the blood of Omegas with pheromones. It's powerful, and they influenced it into choosing Rian Kincaid."

"That's what the Lycans from White Lake pack have been doing?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around everything he was trying to say.

"Yes. As in the beginning, the position was supposed to be shared between both packs. It was shared between White Moon and White Lake, governed by twin Alphas."

"Twin Alphas?" The prophecy fragment about twins immediately flashed through my mind.

"Your grandmother never told you about her twin, did she?" My grandfather asked.

I froze. "Grandmother had a twin?"

"Ellara White, twin sister to your grandmother Elaine. They were the only offspring of the Lycan who founded the White Mountain Region. They were also the last Twin Alphas to share the Throne—one governing White Moon, one governing White Lake. When Elaine died without an heir, her sister Ellara claimed full control of the Throne, shifting power to White Lake."

"Then how do we exist if she never had an heir?"

"Well, your grandfather showed up one day with a child and claimed it was Elaine's. The child was an exact resemblance of his mother. Had her mark and all, and made a claim to the Throne. Before that, White Hill and White Cloud had been formed. They were the main seat of power in those days, governing smaller Lycan packs, all children from White Lake and other settlers from across the sea. Also, Ellara…" he paused, "Loved men a little too much. Both sisters did, maybe, but she was extreme. She had many children with Lycans, werewolves, werefoxes, and panthers. Almost anything that had a slight resemblance to a man."

"Is that why they pray to her?"

My grandfather nodded with a smile. "She was a fertile ground. By this time, Rian had shown up, Elaine's claimed love child. Before that, your great-grandfather made a lot of sacrifices with the help of an Aurean…" he turned to me, giving me a meaningful stare. "Aureans were guardians of our world back then. They possessed many unmatched powers and potentials, but were uncivilised and very naïve."

"I see," I nodded.

"Grandfather made a pact with him; they made a lot of sacrifices with Omegas that had pheromones to influence the White Moon Throne, but to cement their claim, they needed the power of a child born under the Blood Moon - the same celestial cycle that marks the Omegas destined for the ritual. Your grandfather, I don't know if I could call him that…" my father chuckled.

"Was this Rian even Elaine's child?" I asked.

"No one knows. Other than he looks like her, had similar marks and was vetted by a Moon Priest working for Elaine's husband. There's no other proof."

"It's possible that we might be bastards," I chuckled, looking up at the sky. "Everything could be a lie. What was Elaine's husband trying to achieve? At the end, it's not like the child was his."

"Some people claim that the child was his."

"Then how did he get the child to look like his wife?"

My grandfather shrugged. "I guess we would never know. This happened ages and ages ago. Anyways, so the Aurean Alpha was ready to part ways with his daughter. She would become Rian's mate, and her powers would help Rian's claim to the Throne, but he didn't know his daughter was meant to be a sacrifice."

"I don't understand?" I stared at my grandfather. "What was the name of this Aurean, by the way?" I asked. freēnovelkiss.com

"Her name was Neriah," my grandfather said slowly, giving me a meaningful stare. "She was brought back to the White Moon pack, but wasn't Rian's first mate. He already had a mate who was pregnant for him. I don't remember how the story goes again, but someone from Neriah's pack discovered the true intent of the White Moon Pack and came to save her."

He inhaled and exhaled sharply.

"Neriah ran away with her former lover. Your grandfather stormed into the village and killed everyone. I think there's also an account of the fight between both lovers; they claim Rian had, in the process, fallen in love with her, which was the reason why she hadn't been used as a sacrifice yet. Both men fell, and she tried to heal them…"

He paused and stared at me. "It didn't work. There are too many stories and different theories about what happened after that. No one knows for sure what truly happened."

I nodded, wondering if I should believe everything my grandfather said.

After a while, I spoke up.

"That's why White Lake and White Moon were always so closely connected," I realised. "But why would Elder Thorne attack now, after all these generations?"

"Because of the Moonsinger," my grandfather said, his voice hardening. "There was a prophecy from a Moon Priestess many years after Neriah that states that when the Moonsinger returns and the twin moons rise, the White Moon Throne must be returned to its dual nature—shared between twin packs."

"And if it isn't?"

"No one knows what will happen. Also, Thorne will capitalise on that and claim the White Moon Throne is their birthright and we're bastards."

I stood abruptly, pacing the garden path as I processed this information. "Why wasn't I told any of this? Why keep it secret?"

"Your father wasn't a strong believer in superstition, as he would call it. He wanted to modernise the pack and move away from ancient traditions. But Elder Thorne never forgot." My grandfather sighed heavily. "We agreed that you would marry Cassidy and rule alongside her. That was the only way he could let it go."

"So this siege isn't an attack," I said slowly. "It's a demand for restoration."

"Yes," he nodded. "Though I suspect Cassidy's actions have complicated matters. I heard she tried to kill your mate"

"Yes," I nodded. "On a lighter note, if sharing the Throne would prevent further bloodshed, I'd consider it. But I don't trust Thorne or his intentions, especially after his daughter tried to kill my mate."

"Cassidy may have acted alone," my grandfather suggested. "Or under another's influence. Thorne will not be rash about taking a life when he knows he's likely to be the first suspect. He's a shrewd man."

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "This is insane. Ancient magic, twin thrones—all while the Dark One gathers strength for another attack."

"Unveiling the power of the White Moon Throne is our best defence against the Dark One," my grandfather said firmly. "Also, the only way Lyla can defeat him is by using her powers as a Moonsinger, activated by her pheromones. That is important."

"How do you know all these things, and yet you didn't bother to mention it to me. What if it's too late to get things done?"

"Don't be a nag, Ramsey. I know because Lyla's father, Logan, told me a bit of everything. He showed me the prophecy and shared his findings. That was what he was telling me on the day those damned rogue werewolves attacked us and he was killed. I didn't think so much of it back then because never in my wildest imagination did I think these things would escalate."

The pieces were starting to align. "So tomorrow when I meet Thorne..."

"You should offer to restore their rightful place," my grandfather finished. "But carefully, with conditions. Their loyalty, their warriors against the Dark One, and accountability for Cassidy's betrayal."

I nodded slowly, a plan forming. "I'll need all the information you have about everything Logan told you. I'm hoping you have it?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'll give it to you later. I didn't finish reading all of it, though. It was extensive research, and the man cared about his daughter."

As he turned to leave, I asked him again. "Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner? When Lyla first arrived, when the Dark One's forces first appeared—any of those times would have been better than now."

My grandfather looked back, his eyes sad. "Because I wanted to protect what was ours. Because I didn't want to share the power we've held for generations. Because I was wrong." He paused. "Don't make my mistakes, Ramsey. Pride has no place when survival is at stake."