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.

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

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

a minute more, I would be tearing through those layers of clothes

was furious and was already snarling at me, urging me to throw caution to the wind, to take Lyla in my

with Cassidy standing beside us, her presence is a constant reminder of the

her sitting next to me 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 heart twister nainfully

Lavender and

paper in hand deciding if to perform her duties as her father’s daughter or let go

emotion. I could see how difficult this was for her- trying to paint a perfect picture of

an outcast. Learnt about all the whispers, the sideways glances, the barely concealed disgust – all because she was different. Because she hadn’t shifted. Because she wasn’t

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

going?” she hissed, loud

were fixed in the direction I had seen Lyla run

you are? Who you are? Your position as the Lycan Leader… all the people here are your subjects… is this the way you want to show yourself

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