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

It’s tradition.

”

I rolled my eyes.

my foot,” I

well I don’t care

not some lovesick puppy waiting for my fated

need you commanding me around like I’m still a

the Lycan

scoffed, his gaze piercing into

you’re not complete as

be ashamed to call yourself

married when I was

is not a command – it’s a duty and

Now, go in.

be waiting for

you’re planning to leave… bad news

”

jaw, swallowing

him when

my heel and

as I entered,

the crowd until I could feel the

I hated it.

attempts to gain my favour – it was

the far side of the room, hoping to avoid any

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

endless greetings and mechanical conversations with a polite

nodded and exchanged pleasantries but my mind was

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

planning my exit when something

A scent.

at first, but

and

of the gala, drawing my

sharpening

wolf stirred inside me, restless, urging

Then I saw her.

by herself near the

aura paled in comparison to the

waves and her dress

pink that reminded me of a homeless Omega that tried

her appearance

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

noses wrinkled in disgust – I should be disgusted too but my wolf growled instead, running

MATE!!!