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.

toward her, Cassidy beside me. But when she finally looked up. and our gazes locked, I felt an uncontrollable urge to reach for her, bring her closer, and erase the

now that we were close enough to her. He was clawing at my insides, demanding to break through and claim his mate. But

from her quickly, a minute more, I would be tearing through

snarling at me, urging me to throw caution to

him. “Not with Cassidy standing beside us, her presence is a constant reminder of the complication we would

and our thighs 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

and rain.

hand deciding if to perform her duties as her father’s

father…” She started, her voice trembling with emotion. I could see how difficult this was for her- trying to paint a perfect picture of her father when the only memories she had

all the whispers, the sideways glances, the barely concealed disgust – all because she was different. Because she

and fled the hall, I instinctively rose to my feet 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 nails

going?” she hissed,

didn’t bother replying, my eyes were fixed in the

asked with disbelief in her voice. “Have you forgotten where you are? Who you are? Your position as the Lycan Leader… all the people here are your subjects… is this the way you

that I just as ordinary as they are.