The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

Chapter 1: The Wolfless Deviant of Blue Ridge Pack

Lyla

You’d think not having a wolf is the worst thing that can happen to anyone, a cruel game played by the moon goddess that marks you as different, weak and unwanted … because it is a constant reminder that you’re incomplete.

But, have you tried enduring an endless, intense monthly heat cycle – a nightmare that begins when my body betrays me every month, turning me into a walking beacon of arousal – Try putting yourself in my shoes every month when my body would scream for a mate that doesn’t exist, with a scent so thick and sweet that it makes everyone around me turn their heads in disgust – except the humans who think I look really beautiful at that time.

My monthly heat cycle wasn’t just unbearable, it was a curse that earned me a well-deserved title of a ‘Wolfless deviant’.

Do you know what is worse? My parents… the very people who should care, protect and guide me – have cut ties with me and they look at me like I was a stain on their perfect family portrait – a punishment, a defect they can’t erase. A deviant they wish they could forget.

So, if you think you’re going through the worst of luck … try living with this fire burning brightly inside you: alone, unloved, unwanted and a walking embarrassment. Then maybe, just maybe, I might listen to your complaints.

But until then… My name is Lyla Woodland – the first-born daughter of Alpha Logan Woodland and Luna Vanessa Woodland of Blue Ridge Pack and this is my reality.

Every. Single. Month.

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I jolt awake, my body is drenched in sweat, with the sheets on my bed tangled around my legs like vines. A familiar fire coursed through my veins, pooling sweetly at the lower part of my abdomen. I felt my woman core clench and release, sending courses of oxytocin all over my body and I knew instantly what was happening…

My heat, again!

I lay there, gasping for breath as frustration and helplessness – emotions I was familiar with tease at the edge of my already frayed sanity.

“Not again,” I muttered, staring up at the ceiling. At only 19, I’ve suffered 3 years of being abandoned by my family and I should be used to it but on days like this, I miss them.

Another wave of desire surged through me, making me moan – unable to stop myself.

no,” I muttered, stumbling out of bed. “Not now, please,

my body didn’t listen, it never does. I stumbled into the bathroom and caught a reflection of myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl staring back at me. Wild, dishevelled hair, framed a face with flushed cheeks – a stark contrast to the composed, controlled, daughter of an Alpha

is what I always become during my heat – a

reflection, failing at an

nanny’s voice, sharp and patient cut through my haze of thoughts.

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time a man or a woman passed me, I would feel a strong urge to run after the person and demand they touch me inappropriately. By the time I arrived at school, I

thighs, sipping into my socks. I could feel eyes on me as I hurried through the corridors. Some humans turned to stare and I know they

their noses in disgust. They knew

into the air, the scent of my heat thick and sweet, impossible to mask. I finally reached my locker

someone slammed the door of my locker, almost missing me by a hair’s breadth. When I looked up, it was Marissa – my tormentor and her friends. She was

her and opened my locker again but she

someone will put you out of your misery?” she added with a cruel laugh. “Maybe you think parading around like this, would

want trouble, Marissa,” I said quietly, my gaze fixed on the ground, my cheeks burning with humiliation. “I just want to get through today’s test and

smell of yours? Who do you think you are, Lyla?” she came closer to me, her eyes flashing with anger “Have you forgotten who calls the shots in

the door and started walking away quickening

the end of the hallway and had successfully opened the door when without warning, a cold

the door. I gasped as icy water and ice drenched me. Behind me, the hallway erupted into laughter as everyone brought out their phones filming. I whipped around to see Marissa and her minions standing in a corner

you might need cooling

there, dripping wet and mortified. The heat inside me, clashed violently with the chill of the water, my clothes sticking to my skin. My vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall. I wanted to scream, to lash out but all I could do was stand there, frozen in

thought all that ice would drown out your stupid scent… but I was wrong, Perhaps, what you need is the strong scent of

I ever do to you?” my teeth

Lyla,” she responded with a smirk “You never should

a step back…I wasn’t like other wolves, I didn’t heal fast, if I allowed

her hands to empty the liquid on me,

down and the air in the hallway seemed tense. When I looked up, my heart pounded as my father, Alpha Logan Woodland,

you are?”