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

Chapter 6: The mate I wanted vs My fated mate!

Ramsey

I paced the length of the room, that was prepared for me in the ballroom, my mind replaying the events of everything that just happened like a broken record.

I’d been standing in the opulent ballroom, every bit the aloof and commanding Lycan Leader when suddenly, all these years of self-control and discipline nearly slipped through my fingers.

I couldn’t believe it – couldn’t believe I’d been moments away from kissing that deviant, that wolfless girl in front of the entire werewolf community.

My hands clenched into fists until my knuckles whitened. The memory of her flushed cheeks, the scent of her heat, and those eyes – goddess! those eyes – pleading, desperate and filled with longing I’d never seen before. I wanted her… no doubt… I wanted to run my tongue around her slightly parted lips and explore every crevice on her body until she came repeatedly in my hand.

“What were you thinking?” I growled at myself, my voice echoing off the dark oak walls. Lax my wolf grumbled.

“She’s our mate,” he said “That’s why you reacted like that. We belong to her.”

My scowl deepened. “Mate or not, I won’t accept her,” I snarled back, pacing faster as if I could outrun the truth. “If I must marry, it’ll be to someone worthy of my position – not some wolfless deviant who can’t control herself. You saw how she was with those men.”

“Oh, please, Ramsey!” Lax scoffed “Don’t change the topic. You were ready to tear that flimsy dress off her body. She’s our mate and sooner or later, you’ll come to realize that we need her.”

first-hand – the good and the bad side. Until I reject her, I would not regain control of myself. I had built my life rejecting the norms of werewolf traditions, scorning

as intangible and manipulative as the bond, especially when it came in the form of Lyla – that was the

my thoughts. It’s none of my business. I’d already made up my mind: I would reject her. There was

sauntered over, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she approached. She was everything the werewolf world adored – beautiful, confident and unashamedly manipulative and was set to be my wife until I called off our engagement when we were

a reputable Lycan from the White Lake Mountain, she had a strong Lycan and had been raised all her life to be a perfect queen. She batted her eyelashes, a sly smile playing on her lips as she looked up at me with a coy

“Leaving so soon? You wouldn’t

at her closeness. The last thing I needed right now was her. “No!”

watching from the shadows of the ballroom stepped forward with an amused smile. “Oh, don’t be so harsh, Ramsey. You can ride with us Cassidy, It’s no trouble. You’re welcome to stay the night too

grandfather a glare, but he just shrugged, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Cassidy of course, seized the opportunity, her smile widening as she moved closer, sliding

Lake Mountain Pack, staring out the window as my thoughts drifted back to Lyla. No matter how much I tried to shove her image out of my mind, she

my patience was on the edge. I barely acknowledged Cassidy’s flirtatious goodnight as she strolled into the guest room that had been prepared for her. The rest of the night passed in a blur. I kept pacing

my eyes, Lyla’s face haunted me – her scent, the way her body had fit against me

at our separation from our mate. I clenched my teeth, trying to block it out, but I couldn’t. By morning, I was

spilt through the windows in my room, I knew I couldn’t go

the family’s Butler and asked

stiff bow “You asked to see

but she’s a deviant. I need you to find her and bring her to me,” I commanded, not

a name, perhaps? It will