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

100 Lavender and rain…

Ramsey

The moment I saw Lyla standing at the entrance of the funeral hall that morning, it had taken every ounce of self–control not to reach for her and for once… I was grateful for the bourgeois nature of the ceremonial Lycan Leader attire I was wearing as it helped to cover my erection.

The frightened, wide–eyed girl from four years ago had transformed into a woman with perky but full presses that were outlined on the mourning dress she had on. Her once narrow hips had widened, framing a perfect butt, that made me envision riding her from back and slapping those cheeks.

And gods… her neck! Slender, graceful…reminded me of the way she had arched it; the day I had marked her in the garden. Lax, was practically howling at the sight of her, urging me to claim what was rightfully ours to hold her, kiss her and mark her as our mate once more.

But I couldn’t. Not with the entire Werewolves and Lycans watching. Not with Cassidy clinging possessively to my arm like a serpent waiting to strike. I had barely registered the other guests milling about. My eyes were glued to Lyla.

Every movement, every glance, she cast toward the ground or at the visitors accepting their condolences triggered a memory in me too. This had been me, 19 years ago at White Moon Pack receiving condolences when I had lost my parents. I was 8 years old at that time.

I could see the pain behind her eyes as she smiled at each guest, making me wonder if she missed her father. The years had sharpened her beauty and had added an allure I couldn’t

ignore. She was no longer the fragile Lyla I’d once known; she was a woman now… a woman I’ve missed terribly.

up. and our gazes locked, I felt an uncontrollable urge to reach for her, bring

demanding to break through and claim his mate. But I managed to hold her hand, nodding in her direction and thankfully, I

I would be tearing through those layers of clothes and

to throw caution to

presence is a constant reminder

rubbing… I was struggling. Holding onto the last shred of my sanity… reminding myself that everyone in this room today was looking up to me. When she went on stone. Tuatebød her ofronder. My heart twister nainfully at the eight of

Lavender and

perform her duties as her father’s

to paint a

her through Lenny. How they had deserted her and treated her like an outcast. Learnt about all the whispers, the sideways glances,

to go after her but before I could rise properly, Cassidy’s hand rested on my arm, pulling me back to the chair with surprising strength with her perfectly manicured

do you think you’re going?” she hissed, loud enough for only me

bother replying, my eyes were fixed in the direction

forgotten where you are? Who you are? Your position as the Lycan Leader…

just as ordinary as they are. I only want to talk