The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 4: My wolfless mate…

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Earlier that evening…

Ramsey

I sat in the back seat of the car, staring out of the window with a bored expression.

The city lights blurred past and the muted hum of traffic filled the silence.

I loosened my tie, dreading yet another event I didn’t want to attend.

Werewolf galas, paring ceremonies, and these absurd gatherings were nothing more than charades – a parade of insincerity wrapped in fine clothing and forced smiles.

I’ve always hated these events.

As the Lycan leader, my presence was often demanded and that was one of the things I hated about my position.

I hated how everyone would become desperate, vying for my attention, eager to impress me, with fake smiles, and fake handshakes and then the compliments annoyed me as well.

Although I was the most powerful man in my world, the leader of all werewolves and Lycans, the title brings power as well as isolation.

To me, our world was filled with a lot of pretences starting from the fake moon goddess who doesn’t care about anyone, never lifts her finger to help her children and the overrated stupid, mate bond.

I leaned back and sighed, running a hand through my dark hair.

“Another night wasted,” I muttered under my breath, already counting the minutes until I could leave.

As the car pulled up in front of the grand ballroom, I glanced at the large building with distaste.

The bright lights and red carpets were nothing more than a façade, a mask hiding the true nature of those within.

I felt the familiar surge of irritation.

I didn’t belong here -not with these people and not with their shallow traditions.

The door opened and my grandfather, Eldric stepped out of the car with the energy of a man half his age.

His eyes were still sharp and commanding and they were currently glaring at me who hadn’t bothered to make a move out of the car.

My grandfather had insisted on coming with me to the gala because he was convinced I wouldn’t show up and he wasn’t wrong.

“Is this necessary, Grandpa?” I asked, my voice filled with annoyance as I finally exited the vehicle.

“I’ve got more important, pressing issues on my table than stand around while everyone tries to kiss my ass.

”

My grandfather raised an eyebrow, unfazed by my sour mood.

“As long as you’re the Lycan Leader, you have responsibilities, including this one.

bring a mate home, you’ll keep attending pairing ceremonies

It’s tradition.

”

I rolled my eyes.

my foot,” I

well I don’t care about

lovesick puppy waiting for my fated

I don’t need you commanding me around like I’m still

Lycan

grandfather scoffed, his gaze

you’re not complete as a

be ashamed to

I was

it’s a duty

Now, go in.

be waiting

planning to leave…

”

my jaw, swallowing my

was no winning with him when he

another word, I turned on my heel and strode

soon as I entered, the

rippled through the crowd until I

I hated it.

to gain my

the far side of the room, hoping to avoid any unnecessary

it wasn’t long before a stream of young

and mechanical conversations with a polite but distant

and exchanged pleasantries but my mind

routine – a show-up, I had to endure and leave as

my exit when

A scent.

Faint at first, but

warm and

of the gala, drawing

stiffened, my senses sharpening as I scanned the

stirred inside me, restless, urging me to find

Then I saw her.

standing awkwardly by herself near the back,

the polished crowd, her aura

long hair fell in dishevelled waves and her dress

baby pink that reminded me of

her appearance that

scent of her heat,

be disgusted too but my wolf growled instead, running around in happy circles as it echoed the one

MATE!!!