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

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,

become during my

whispered to my reflection, failing at an attempt to make a joke out

voice, sharp and patient cut through my haze of thoughts. “You’ll be

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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 was

could feel eyes on me as I hurried through the corridors. Some humans turned to stare and I

their noses in disgust. They

the White Mountains. I could feel my pheromones seeping into the air, the scent of my heat thick and sweet, impossible to mask. I finally reached my locker and

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

ignored her and opened my locker again but she

thought you’d have the decency to stay home when you’re like this. You never learn, do you?” Marissa sneered. “Are you hoping someone will put you out of your misery?” she added with a cruel

quietly, my gaze fixed on the ground, my cheeks burning with humiliation. “I just want to get through today’s

you think you are, Lyla?” she came closer to me, her eyes flashing with anger “Have you

textbook from my locker, closed the door and started walking away quickening my pace, but the snickering followed me, growing louder as I

successfully opened the door when without

hallway erupted into laughter as everyone brought out their phones filming.

shrugged, feigning innocence. “I thought you might need cooling off… a lot is going

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

nose wrinkling with disgust “I thought all that ice would drown out your stupid scent… but I was wrong, Perhaps, what

you?” my teeth

responded with a smirk “You

like other wolves, I didn’t heal fast, if I allowed her to pour the hot coffee on me, I’d scald and get

as she raised her hands to

I looked up, my heart pounded as my father,

turned, her bravado faltering when she saw him. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she snapped. She hadn’t expected anyone to intervene much less someone