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.

”

and patient cut through my haze of

be late

Again.

”

latest and free

~~~

school was torture… every time a man or a woman passed me, I would feel a strong

I arrived at

were flowing down my thighs, sipping into my

eyes on me as I

to stare and I know they were confused by their sudden attraction to

werewolves I passed,

knew what was happening

like a trek to

could feel my pheromones seeping into the air, the scent of my heat thick and sweet,

my locker and tried to remember the classes I

someone slammed the door of my locker, almost missing me

it was Marissa – my tormentor and

gamma’s daughter

and opened my locker again but she slammed

thought you’d have the decency to stay home when

do

you out of

some poor idiot take pity

quietly, my gaze fixed

through today’s test and be

”

do you think you are, Lyla?” she

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

the end of the hallway and had successfully

bucket of

water and

the hallway erupted into laughter as everyone brought out their phones

whipped around to see Marissa and her minions standing in a corner

Marisa shrugged, feigning

might need cooling off… a lot

stood there, dripping wet and

clashed violently with the chill of the

vision blurred with tears I refused

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

disgust “I thought all that ice would drown out your stupid scent… but I was wrong, Perhaps, what you need is

”

I ever do to you?” my

responded with a smirk

”.

cup of sizzling,

other wolves, I didn’t heal fast, if I allowed her to pour the hot coffee

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

had died down and the air in the hallway seemed

looked up, my heart pounded as my father,

cup from Marissa and threw it

turned, her bravado faltering when

you think you

intervene much less someone like

“What’s it to you?”

his eyes flashing with annoyance “I’m her father and I won’t tolerate