The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Gala from hell

Lyla

I stood at the foot of the grand stone steps, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The pack house loomed over me like a fortress, its cold walls whispering memories of a life I had been cast off from.

I couldn’t believe three years had passed since that fateful night when my parents had sent me away in the dead of the night.

I had felt like a thief, banished without explanation or warning and nothing but a thousand dollars, clutching a single bag that was my clothes forcing me to vow never to return.

But now I was back.

I swallowed the knot in my throat, steeling myself.

I didn’t want to come, but my father’s command was not a request.

The annual werewolf gala was tonight and I was to attend.

I had no choice.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy oak door, and the rush of familiar scent filled my lungs, bringing with it a flood of childhood memories both painful and good.

I had barely closed the door when my mother’s voice reached me.

“You’re late,” she hissed, her eyes narrowing as she took in my appearance.

Her sharp eyes flicked over me as if she was inspecting something unpleasant on the bottom of her shoe.

Beside her, my sister, Clarissa, gazed at me with a look that was somewhere between pity and disdain.

“I see you still haven’t learned to control yourself during your heat,” Clarissa scoffed.

“Father, it’s not a good idea for her to go like this.

She reeks…”.

“You think if we had a choice, I would have driven four hours to go and get her,” My father hissed “The invitation had stated that every family must send a representative that is 18 and above and ripe for mating.

I had no choice.

She was never an option, to begin with.

”

I flinched, “I’m sorry,” I began but my mother cut me off with a sharp gesture.

“Save it,” she snapped “We’ve been doing so well without you and we want it to remain that way.

Just remember, you’re here because we had no other choice.

Don’t disgrace us today.

If you cause a scene, or so much as draw unwanted attention… we will remove your name from the family register and disown you.

Do you understand?”

of this was my fault but

of any affection my family had for me

them, not without a wolf, not with the monthly humiliation of my

“I understand,” I whispered.

mom said coldly “Clarissa will lend you something from

hair of you…” She turned to my sister “Give her one of your wigs

that she’s emitting pheromones, showing up with two giant silver streaks in her hair will

”

nodded and indicated that I

feeling the sting of tears

followed Clarissa, my hands trembling as

one of the pack warriors dropped me off in front of the grand ballroom, my father had been too embarrassed to do

and

of laughter, music and clinking glasses grew louder

power, strength and pure werewolf dominance filled the air as I reached the entrance and the moment I stepped inside, I felt it – the weight of hundreds of

a

feel the heat crawling up my

again and my pheromones spilled into the

before I saw the

everyone turned, their noses wrinkled

“Is she… in heat?”

“No control at all.

should be locked

is she trying to snag a mate with those

into my skin as I willed myself

I just ignore them…

murmurs and I saw Cassidy Thorne step forward, a mocking smile on her perfect

mutts attend this year,” Cassidy drawled loud

was the epitome of werewolf beauty and

would be like her… there was a time when I

let

”

through the crowd and I felt

an apology, I forced myself to look away and moved to a quiet corner of the room, my hands

how my body betrayed me every month turning me into a joke among the very

breathing and fight back tears when I felt a strange prickling sensation at the back of my

from across the room caught

the room, a man stood alone, dressed in black from head to toe,

was

amber eyes, that were sharp and piercing

devastatingly handsome, with chiselled features and an air of quiet strength…but more than that, there was something in his gaze that I couldn’t

the ballroom

and …something more… My heartbeat quickened, not out of

Who was he?

dwell on it, a shadow fell

in

has taunted me since I was a child and was the first person to

I had rejected the offer to be

still bore malice against

it isn’t the