The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

33 Night shift ( 1 ) 33 Night shift ( 1 ) Lyla After my 'heroic act in the cafeteria, I tried to remain as invisible as I could.

Someone had recordedin action and the video was making rounds in our social chat network.

I was so ashamed of myself.

I wanted to stop them from bullyingand not beclike them.

So, when the final bell rang, I hurried out of the school building, ignoring pleas from sof my classmates' who were trying to offera ride.

It was a weird feeling, to be pooular.

As I made my way out of the building, my mind was still reeling from the day's events - my confrontations.

with Marissa, the new transfer student, Xander who had a weird aura around him and the unsettling presence of Mr Dupree his father.

But there was no tto dwell on those thoughts.

I had a shift at Coffee Nook' to get to.

The quaint coffee shop stood on the corner of a sleepy 1/5 ( 33 Night shift ( 1 ) village (I liked to call it that because most of the residents around the coffee shop were mostly seniors and were our main customers).

As I pushed open the door, the familiar scent of freshly ground coffee beans and pastries greeted me, bringing a sense of comfort I hadn't realized I missed.

"Lyla ! You're back ! " the enthusiastic greeting cfrom Sarah, one of the baristas working in the cafe . She was done with high school and was applying for college, so the café was just her trying to save up enough money before her admission.

She was one of the many human friends I liked who genuinely likedback.

In the past, we would greet with a hug but today I felt out of sync, so I managed a small smile.

" Hey, Sarah... yeah, I'm back.

" I made my way to the back room to change into my uniform when I caught sight of my Nanny, Miriam or Mrs Grayson, as she was known here - peering at her laptop with glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

Mrs Grayson was a nwe had cup with and the story was; that she was a single mom, with a 10-24 33 Night shift ( 1 ) runaway husband.

Humans always loved the sob stories, so ours always sold.

"You're late ! " she called out with a teasing smile.

"I'm sorry," I said ducking into the back room.

"I had a weird day at school.

I'll give you the details later.

How are you?" I called over my shoulder as I pulled on the dark green apron with the café's logo.

The uniform was simple - black pants and a white shirt - but it felt like a shield, a way to blend into the normalcy of human life.

Here, I wasn't a freak or a girl on the run from my complicated past.

I was just Lyla, the friendly barista.

"It will be fine as soon as I figure out these Excel Nanny replied in our sheets.

Humans are so we native tongue drawing a laugh from me.

"Just say you need my help, "I chuckled and went over to her.

I spent the next ten minutes, showing her how to enter data on the Excel sheet and to perform simple calculations.

Finally done with her, I took my place behind the counter noticing immediately that the café was 19:24 <33 Night shift bustling with regulars.

" Hey, look who's back ! " said Mr Howard, an elderly man who always ordered the sthing - a black coffee with two sugars and a slice of lemon pound cake.

He sat at the window table every afternoon, reading the newspaper.

Thought you'd gone and disappeared on us, Kiddo.

" I smiled warmly.

"Just took stoff, Mr H.

Went to see my grandparents, " I lied.

"But I'm back now.

Usual ? " "You bet," he gavea wink before going back to his paper.

Next, I made my way to Mrs Nguyen, a middle-aged woman who always ci a cup of chamomile tea after her yoga class.

"Lyla ! " her over - penciled eyebrows arched tically "Where have you been? I was asking your mom the other day and she said you were taking a break?" I laughed softly, preparing her tea.

"You know- I never stay away for long.

After that, a gruff but friendly voice belonging to Mr Thompson, one of our regulars, reached my ears.

33 Night shift ( 1 ) "Well, look who's back!".

The retired teacher cin every day at 4 pm for his afternoon cappuccino.

"I missed you around here, kid.

Everything alright?" I felt a warmth spread through my chest at his genuine concern.

"Everything's fine, Mr Thompson.

I just needed stoff to deal with ... family stuff.

"The lie always comes easily and smoothly for me, practised avern months of evading questions about my past. "Well, glad you're back.

Now, how about that cappuccino ? ' As I prepared Mr Thompson's drink, I fell into the familiar rhythm of the job.

Steam hissed, coffee dripped and milk frothed.

I lost myself in the process, finding comfort.

I worked my way through my shift, stopping to greet customers.

There was Mrs Rodriguez, the local librarian who always ordered a chai latte.

Then cthe group of college lived at the students who practerms corner table during midterms refueling their study sessions with endless refills of black coffee.

In this world, I felt in control, grounded, needed ...

33 Night shift ( 1 ) But not all customers were always welcomed.

I narrowed my eyes as I spotted a group of young men enter.

They were new, not regulars and had an air of trouble about them.

The kind that cwith too much confidence and not enough experience to back it up.

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It was rare to see people like them around this side but I've dealt with their type before. "I've got this, "I murmured to Sarah who looked apprehensive.

I approached the group, my face a mask of professional politeness.

"Welcto Coffee Nook.

What can get I for you?" The leader of the group, a lanky guy with a nose ring, leaned on the counter.

"Well ello there, sweetheart.

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