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.

mate home, you’ll keep attending

It’s tradition.

”

I rolled my eyes.

my foot,”

I

not some lovesick puppy waiting for my

me around

Lycan

his gaze piercing

you’re not complete

should be ashamed to call

I was your age,” he

command – it’s a duty and you must

Now, go in.

waiting for

planning to

”

clenched my jaw, swallowing my

no winning with him when

another word, I turned on my heel

as I entered,

whispers rippled through the crowd until I could feel the weight

I hated it.

veiled attempts to gain my favour – it was

to the far side of the room, hoping to

before a stream of

mechanical conversations with a polite but

pleasantries but my mind was

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

my

A scent.

at first,

and wholly

cut through the heavy perfumes and colognes of the gala, drawing my attention like a

my senses sharpening as

me, restless,

Then I saw her.

young woman, standing awkwardly by herself near the back, her cheeks

out of place in the polished crowd, her aura paled in

waves and her dress clung to her as if she’d just run a

baby pink that reminded me of a homeless Omega that tried once to seduce

wasn’t her appearance that caught my

heat, radiating

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

MATE!!!