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.”

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 the

something as intangible and manipulative as the bond, especially when it came in the form of Lyla – that was the name that man had called her. He

I’d

approached. She was everything the werewolf

I should marry – Her father was a reputable Lycan from the White Lake Mountain, she had a strong Lycan and had been raised

wouldn’t mind giving a girl

eyes narrowed, irritation flaring up at her closeness. The last thing I needed right now was her.

turn away, my grandfather who had been silently 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.

of course, seized the opportunity, her smile widening as she moved closer, sliding into the

how much I tried to

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 – unable

closed my eyes, Lyla’s face haunted me – her scent, the way her body had fit against me even for a brief moment… I felt my body

clenched my teeth, trying to block it out, but I couldn’t. By morning, I

my room, I knew I

and

a stiff bow “You asked

met her at the gala last night but she’s a deviant. I need you to find her and bring

name, perhaps? It will help me