The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Wolfless Deviant of Blue Ridge Pack

Lyla

You’d think not having a wolf is the worst thing that can happen to anyone, a cruel game played by the moon goddess that marks you as different, weak and unwanted … because it is a constant reminder that you’re incomplete.

But, have you tried enduring an endless, intense monthly heat cycle – a nightmare that begins when my body betrays me every month, turning me into a walking beacon of arousal – Try putting yourself in my shoes every month when my body would scream for a mate that doesn’t exist, with a scent so thick and sweet that it makes everyone around me turn their heads in disgust – except the humans who think I look really beautiful at that time.

My monthly heat cycle wasn’t just unbearable, it was a curse that earned me a well-deserved title of a ‘Wolfless deviant’.

Do you know what is worse? My parents… the very people who should care, protect and guide me – have cut ties with me and they look at me like I was a stain on their perfect family portrait – a punishment, a defect they can’t erase.

A deviant they wish they could forget.

So, if you think you’re going through the worst of luck … try living with this fire burning brightly inside you: alone, unloved, unwanted and a walking embarrassment.

Then maybe, just maybe, I might listen to your complaints.

But until then… My name is Lyla Woodland – the first-born daughter of Alpha Logan Woodland and Luna Vanessa Woodland of Blue Ridge Pack and this is my reality.

Every.

Single.

Month.

***

I jolt awake, my body is drenched in sweat, with the sheets on my bed tangled around my legs like vines.

A familiar fire coursed through my veins, pooling sweetly at the lower part of my abdomen.

I felt my woman core clench and release, sending courses of oxytocin all over my body and I knew instantly what was happening…

My heat, again!

I lay there, gasping for breath as frustration and helplessness – emotions I was familiar with tease at the edge of my already frayed sanity.

“Not again,” I muttered, staring up at the ceiling.

At only 19, I’ve suffered 3 years of being abandoned by my family and I should be used to it but on days like this, I miss them.

Another wave of desire surged through me, making me moan – unable to stop myself.

“No, no, no,” I muttered, stumbling out of bed.

“Not now, please, not now.

”

But my body didn’t listen, it never does.

I stumbled into the bathroom and caught a reflection of myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl staring back at me.

Wild, dishevelled hair, framed a face with flushed cheeks – a stark contrast to the composed, controlled, daughter of an Alpha was supposed to be.

But this is what I always become during my heat – a creature of want and desire.

“I’m not really a werewolf, am I?” I whispered to my reflection, failing at an attempt to make a joke out of my situation.

“Not without my wolf.

”

voice, sharp and patient

be late

Again.

”

and

~~~

me, I

arrived at school, I

my warm juices were flowing down my thighs,

on me

were confused by their sudden attraction

I passed, wrinkled their

was

walk to my locker felt like a

the

reached my locker and tried to remember the classes I had this

the door of my locker, almost

it was Marissa – my tormentor and her

daughter but

locker again but she slammed it

decency to

do you?” Marissa

put you out of your misery?” she added with

this, would make some

don’t want trouble, Marissa,” I said quietly, my gaze fixed on the ground, my cheeks

through today’s

”

soaking in this nasty smell of yours? Who do you think you are, Lyla?” she came closer to me, her eyes flashing with anger “Have you forgotten

random textbook from my locker, closed the door and started walking away

of the hallway and had successfully opened the door when without warning, a cold splash hit me

bucket

water and

me, the hallway erupted into laughter as everyone

minions standing in a corner with

shrugged, feigning

cooling off… a lot

stood there, dripping

with the chill of the water, my clothes sticking

blurred with tears I refused to let

to scream, to lash out but all I could do was

out your stupid scent… but I was wrong, Perhaps, what you need is the strong scent of

”

to you?” my

Lyla,” she responded with a smirk “You

”.

a cup of sizzling, hot coffee,

wasn’t like other wolves, I didn’t heal fast, if I allowed her to pour the

the wall, her eyes filled with amusement, just as she raised her hands to empty the liquid on me, a hand

and the air in the hallway

my heart pounded as my father, Alpha

snatched the cup from Marissa and

bravado faltering when

you think

to intervene much less someone like

“What’s it to you?”

father and I won’t