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.

to the gala because he was

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

eyebrow, unfazed by my sour mood. “As long as you’re the Lycan Leader, you have responsibilities, including this one. And

my foot,” I scoffed. “You know 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

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.

with him when he got like this. Without another word, I turned on my heel and

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

But it wasn’t long before a stream of young alphas and betas approached me. I endured the endless greetings and mechanical conversations

my routine – a show-up, I had to endure and leave as soon as decently possible. I was already planning

unfamiliar. It cut through the heavy perfumes and colognes of the gala, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame. I

Then I saw her.

the poised and composed werewomen surrounding her. Her long hair fell

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

MATE!!!

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 against my will and

then, the voices of some people nearby snapped me back to reality. I watched as a group of people kept sneaking glances at

her pheromones? How pathetic!”