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.

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

It’s tradition.

”

I rolled my eyes.

my foot,” I

well I

some lovesick puppy waiting for

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

Lycan

scoffed, his gaze piercing into

mate, you’re not complete

be ashamed to call yourself

when I was

a command – it’s a

Now, go in.

waiting

if you’re planning to leave… bad news

”

my jaw, swallowing

with him when he got like

I turned on my heel and strode into

I entered, the room fell

until I could feel the weight of every gaze

I hated it.

gain my favour –

side of

it wasn’t long before a stream of young alphas and betas approached

greetings and mechanical conversations with a polite but distant

nodded and exchanged pleasantries but

show-up, I had to endure and leave as soon as decently

was already planning my exit when something strange

A scent.

Faint at first, but

warm and

the gala, drawing

sharpening as I scanned the

me, restless, urging me to find the

Then I saw her.

standing awkwardly by herself near the back, her

place in the polished crowd, her aura paled in comparison to the poised and composed werewomen surrounding

dishevelled waves and her dress clung to her as if she’d

reminded me of a

it wasn’t her appearance that

the undeniable scent of her heat, radiating off her in waves, filling

too but my wolf growled instead, running around in

MATE!!!