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.

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

“I’ve got more important, pressing issues

unfazed by my sour mood. “As long as you’re the Lycan Leader, you have responsibilities, including this one. And until you bring a mate home, you’ll keep attending pairing ceremonies like this. It’s

I scoffed. “You know damn well I don’t care about that. I’m not some lovesick puppy

when I was your age,” he huffed. “This is not a command

my jaw, swallowing my retort. There was no winning with him when he got like

whispers rippled through the crowd until I could feel the weight of every gaze on me. I hated it. The constant scrutiny, the veiled attempts

avoid any unnecessary interaction. But it wasn’t long before a stream of young alphas and betas approached me. I endured the endless greetings and mechanical conversations with a polite but distant smile. I nodded and exchanged pleasantries but my mind was

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

scent. Faint at first, but unmistakable. Sweet, 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.

Then I saw her.

herself near the back, her cheeks flushed and eyes wild. She looked out of place in the polished crowd, her aura paled in comparison to the poised and composed werewomen surrounding her. Her long hair fell in dishevelled

that caught my attention. 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

MATE!!!

faded and all I could hear was the pounding of

of some people nearby snapped me back to reality. I watched as a group of people kept sneaking glances at the girl, their faces twisted

control her pheromones? How