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

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved. Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years. My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him. He was just here a few seconds ago. The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again. It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked. I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out. My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again. “I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched. I could feel my heat intensifying. Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur. It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air. Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer. “Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.”

was the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through me at his words. I hated my body’s betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those who despised me. My legs felt weak, my breath

much and my mind was fogged by the need

friends jeered, their taunts mingling with the roaring in my ears. “Look at her,” one of them

boy stepped forward and ran his index finger on my lips. I gasped with want, and opened my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned

up

with false sympathy as he turned to his friends. “I bet she’d do anything to make this

I tried to escape. I could feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn’t look back. My only

solid wall of muscle and staggered back. I looked

with a mix of curiosity and something darker. Up close, he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders,

the third finger of his left hand and I gasped. He was a Lycan leader, but not just any Lycan leader. He was the Lycan

world, with the scent of my arousal in his face. I trembled, expecting a reprimand or worse. I knew the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially in public. My condition is seen as a disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath

through me. But instead of condemnation, his gaze held something else. He reached out, pulling me up from the ground with

was electric, his hand warm against my arm and my breath hitched

crashed over me, stronger than

planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his scent – earthy,

faded away, the whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this strange, charged moment. His eyes darkened, a flash of something raw and primal crossing his features. I couldn’t look away. I was drawn to him in a way that defied

I found myself leaning into him, wanting – no, needing – him to close the distance. My body craved the connection, the relief only he could provide