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,

It’s tradition.

”

I rolled my eyes.

my foot,”

damn well I don’t

some lovesick puppy

you commanding me around

the Lycan

scoffed, his gaze piercing

find your mate, you’re not

should be ashamed to call

I

is not a command – it’s

Now, go in.

be waiting

planning to leave… bad news

”

jaw,

with him when he got like

word, I turned on my

soon as I entered, the room

until I could

I hated it.

constant scrutiny, the veiled attempts to gain my favour

my way to the far side of the room,

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

the endless greetings and mechanical conversations with a polite but distant

and exchanged pleasantries but my mind

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

my

A scent.

Faint at first,

and

of the gala, drawing my attention like a moth

sharpening as I

me, restless, urging me to find

Then I saw her.

awkwardly by herself near the

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

hair fell in dishevelled waves and her dress clung to her as if

a baby pink that reminded me of a homeless Omega that tried

wasn’t her appearance that caught

scent of her heat, radiating off her in waves,

but my wolf growled instead, running around in happy circles as it echoed the

MATE!!!