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.”

body’s betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those who despised me. My legs felt weak, my breath ragged and I knew

heat was too much and my mind was fogged by

ears. “Look

on my lips. I gasped with want, and opened my mouth as he inserted his finger

my tongue up and down his

voice dripped with false sympathy as he turned to his friends. “I bet she’d do anything to make this stop. Isn’t’ that right, Lyla? Do you

feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn’t look back. My only thought was to get away, to find somewhere – anywhere – I could

collided with a solid wall of muscle and staggered back. I looked up, an apology on my

gaze locked onto mine with a mix of curiosity and something darker. Up close, he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an

hush fell over the room as everyone turned to watch. I could feel their stares and a sickening dread pooled in my stomach. My eyes drifted to his signet on the third finger of his left hand and I

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

were intense, a deep amber that seemed to see right through me. But instead of condemnation, his gaze held something else. He reached out, pulling me up from the ground

you okay?” He asked, his voice sending shivers through my already hypersensitive skin. His touch was electric, his hand warm against my arm and my

I stammered but my body chose that moment to betray me again. Another wave of heat crashed

I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his scent – earthy, wild and dangerous. I glanced up at him, my cheeks flushed

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

into him, wanting – no, needing – him to