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 cut through my haze of

late

Again.

”

the latest and free

~~~

I

time I arrived at school, I was a

was soaked and my warm juices were flowing down

could feel eyes on me as I hurried

I know they were confused by their sudden attraction to

passed, wrinkled

what was happening to

to my locker felt like

the air, the scent of my heat thick

and tried to

door of my locker, almost missing

was Marissa – my tormentor and

daughter but

locker again but she

thought you’d have the decency to stay home when

learn, do

out of

make some poor idiot take pity on you,

I said quietly, my gaze fixed on the ground, my cheeks burning

get through today’s test and be on my way

”

Who do you think you are, Lyla?” she

door and started walking away quickening my pace, but the snickering followed me, growing louder as I tried to

made it to the end of the hallway and had successfully opened the

had hung a bucket of

water and

hallway erupted into laughter

and her minions standing in a corner with satisfied smiles on their

Marisa shrugged, feigning

might need cooling off… a lot is going on

dripping wet and

heat inside me, clashed violently with the chill of the water, my clothes sticking to

with tears

could do was stand

ice would drown out your stupid scent… but I was

”

to you?” my teeth

she responded with a smirk

”.

reached out for a cup of

fast, if I allowed her to

hands to empty

and the air in

up, my heart pounded as my father, Alpha Logan

cup from Marissa and threw it inside the

bravado faltering when

you think you

to intervene much

“What’s it to you?”

eyes flashing with annoyance “I’m her father and I