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,

It’s tradition.

”

I rolled my eyes.

my foot,”

I don’t

not some lovesick puppy waiting

you commanding me around like I’m

the Lycan

his gaze piercing into

mate, you’re not

ashamed to call yourself

I was

is not a command – it’s a duty

Now, go in.

waiting for

you’re planning to leave…

”

clenched my jaw, swallowing

was no winning with him

on my heel and strode

I entered,

until I could feel the weight of every

I hated it.

constant scrutiny, the veiled attempts to gain my favour – it

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

a stream

endless greetings and mechanical conversations with a

nodded and exchanged pleasantries but

– a show-up, I had to

was already planning my

A scent.

at first,

and

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

sharpening as

stirred inside me, restless, urging me to

Then I saw her.

standing awkwardly by herself near the back, her cheeks flushed and eyes

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

and her dress clung

of a homeless Omega

wasn’t her appearance that caught

scent of her heat, radiating off her in waves,

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

MATE!!!