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

It’s tradition.

”

I rolled my eyes.

foot,” I

I don’t

puppy waiting for my fated

I don’t need you commanding me

the Lycan leader,

his

your mate, you’re

should be ashamed to

when I

a command – it’s a

Now, go in.

waiting for

planning to leave… bad news

”

clenched my jaw, swallowing

was no winning with him when he

my

as I entered,

until I could feel the weight of every gaze

I hated it.

attempts to gain my favour – it was all so

my way to the far side of the

a stream of young alphas and betas

the endless greetings and mechanical conversations with

pleasantries but my mind

I had to endure and leave

my exit when something

A scent.

Faint at

and wholly

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

stiffened, my senses sharpening as

restless, urging me to

Then I saw her.

awkwardly by herself near the back, her cheeks flushed and

crowd, her aura paled in comparison to the poised and composed

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

a baby pink that reminded me of

it wasn’t her appearance

scent of her heat, radiating off her in

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

MATE!!!