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

Chapter 4: My wolfless mate…

Earlier that evening…

Ramsey

I sat in the back seat of the car, staring out of the window with a bored expression. The city lights blurred past and the muted hum of traffic filled the silence. I loosened my tie, dreading yet another event I didn’t want to attend.

Werewolf galas, paring ceremonies, and these absurd gatherings were nothing more than charades – a parade of insincerity wrapped in fine clothing and forced smiles.

I’ve always hated these events. As the Lycan leader, my presence was often demanded and that was one of the things I hated about my position. I hated how everyone would become desperate, vying for my attention, eager to impress me, with fake smiles, and fake handshakes and then the compliments annoyed me as well.

Although I was the most powerful man in my world, the leader of all werewolves and Lycans, the title brings power as well as isolation. To me, our world was filled with a lot of pretences starting from the fake moon goddess who doesn’t care about anyone, never lifts her finger to help her children and the overrated stupid, mate bond.

I leaned back and sighed, running a hand through my dark hair. “Another night wasted,” I muttered under my breath, already counting the minutes until I could leave.

As the car pulled up in front of the grand ballroom, I glanced at the large building with distaste. The bright lights and red carpets were nothing more than a façade, a mask hiding the true nature of those within. I felt the familiar surge of irritation. I didn’t belong here -not with these people and not with their shallow traditions.

The door opened and my grandfather, Eldric stepped out of the car with the energy of a man half his age. His eyes were still sharp and commanding and they were currently glaring at me who hadn’t bothered to make a move out of the car.

with me to the gala because he was convinced I wouldn’t show up and he wasn’t

as I finally exited the vehicle. “I’ve got more important, pressing issues on my table than stand around while

have responsibilities, including this one.

damn well I don’t care about that. I’m not some lovesick puppy waiting for my fated mate. And I don’t need you commanding

should be ashamed to call yourself one. I was already married when I was your age,” he huffed. “This is not a command – it’s a duty and you must fulfil it. Now, go in. I’ll be waiting for you. So if

my retort. There was no winning with him when he got

rippled through the crowd until I could feel the weight of every gaze on me. I hated it. The constant scrutiny, the veiled attempts to gain my favour – it was all

made my way to the far side of the room, hoping to avoid any unnecessary interaction. But it wasn’t long before a stream of young alphas and betas approached me. I endured the endless greetings

I had to endure and leave as soon as decently possible. I was

warm and wholly unfamiliar. It cut through the heavy perfumes and colognes of the gala, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame. I stiffened, my senses sharpening as I scanned the room. My wolf stirred inside me,

Then I saw her.

in the polished crowd, her aura paled in comparison to the poised and composed werewomen surrounding her. Her long hair fell in dishevelled waves and her dress clung to her as if she’d just run a marathon. It was a baby pink that reminded me

It was the undeniable scent of her heat, radiating off her in waves, filling the air. People around her had their noses wrinkled in disgust – I should be disgusted too but my wolf growled instead, running around in happy circles as

MATE!!!

hers and for a moment, the world around us seemed to blur. The noise of the gala faded and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart, quickening with every breath I took. The girl’s scent was intoxicating, pulling me

I watched as a group of people kept sneaking

her pheromones? How