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

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possibly be all of these sweet things but yet, he treated me worse than a stranger? I wondered, my frustration mounting with each passing second.

Then, it was my turn.

I rose on shaky legs, my gaze sweeping across the sea of sombre faces. I wasn’t shy about taking the stage. Back in the human world, I’ve presented in front of larger crowds but humans were more merciful when it comes to dealing with people.

I’ve seen a speaker go mute because of a panic attack when he once climbed the stage but instead of mocking and calling him incompetent, the crowd cheered for him. If it were in our world, in the presence of these judgemental gazes and scheming hearts, he would never stand a

chance.

I approached the stage, feeling a thousand pairs of eyes on me. Clutching the speech I had prepared – carefully, crafted lies. I forced myself to stand tall, my hands trembling slightly. I’d written kind words for the occasion, but staring at them… with the words swimming before my eyes, each line feeling like me confessing that I was a fraud….

This is a farce. It’s not who he was not really.

I couldn’t bring myself to say these nice things about a man who had treated me as though I was

invisible.

My gaze s

this“.

on Nathan. He

but the resentment and bitterness I’ve harboured all these years… that

beginning to waste people’s time

opened my

My father…” I began but the words were lodged in my chest, choked by an overwhelming wave

placatingly. “That’s not what

is… my father, Alpha Logan Woodland is… was…. A g…” I trailed off shaking my head. “I’m sorry, I choked out tightening my grip on the paper. “I just… I don’t know how to put into words what he meant to

do this. I’m sorry for wasting your

stumble forward. I braced myself for the impact as if I hadn’t embarrassed myself enough. But just before I

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