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.

”

My nanny’s voice, sharp and patient cut through

be late

Again.

”

latest and

~~~

I would feel a strong urge to

arrived at school, I

warm juices were flowing down my thighs, sipping into

eyes on me as I hurried through the

and I know they were

passed, wrinkled their noses

was happening

locker felt like

into the air, the scent of my heat

to remember the classes I had this

door of my locker, almost missing me by a hair’s

looked up, it was Marissa – my tormentor and her

gamma’s daughter but from another

my locker again but she slammed it back, forcing me to stare

to stay home

do you?” Marissa

of your misery?” she added with

this, would make some poor idiot take pity on

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

just want to get through today’s test

”

of yours? Who do you think you are, Lyla?” she came closer to me, her eyes flashing with anger “Have you forgotten who calls

started walking away

made it to the end of the hallway and had successfully opened the door when without warning, a cold

had hung a bucket of ice

gasped as icy water and ice drenched

the hallway erupted into laughter

around to see Marissa and her minions standing in a corner

Marisa shrugged,

a lot

stood there, dripping wet

violently with the chill

vision blurred with tears I refused to let

I could do

all that ice would drown out your stupid scent… but I was wrong, Perhaps,

”

to you?” my teeth

with a smirk “You never should have been

”.

a cup of sizzling, hot coffee, and removed

if I allowed her to pour the hot coffee on me, I’d scald

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

down and the air

up, my heart pounded as my father, Alpha Logan Woodland,

cup from Marissa and threw it inside

faltering when she

the hell do you think

expected anyone to intervene much less

“What’s it to you?”

father and I won’t tolerate anyone treating my