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.

home, you’ll keep attending pairing

It’s tradition.

”

I rolled my eyes.

foot,” I

well I don’t

lovesick puppy waiting for my fated

commanding me around

the Lycan

his gaze piercing into

find your mate, you’re not complete as

be ashamed to call

I was

is not a command – it’s a duty and you must fulfil

Now, go in.

waiting

you’re planning to leave… bad news

”

my jaw, swallowing my

was no winning with him when

on my heel

soon as I entered, the

crowd until I could feel the weight of

I hated it.

veiled attempts to gain my favour – it was all so

to the far side of the

stream of

endless greetings and mechanical conversations with

pleasantries but my

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

my exit

A scent.

Faint at

and

and colognes of the gala, drawing

sharpening as

me, restless,

Then I saw her.

by herself near the back, her cheeks flushed and

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 just

reminded me of

her appearance

heat, radiating off her in waves, filling

her had their noses wrinkled in disgust – I should be disgusted too but my wolf growled instead, running around in happy circles as it echoed the one word I’d dreaded and run away from

MATE!!!