The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 6: The mate I wanted vs My fated mate!

Ramsey

I paced the length of the room, that was prepared for me in the ballroom, my mind replaying the events of everything that just happened like a broken record.

I’d been standing in the opulent ballroom, every bit the aloof and commanding Lycan Leader when suddenly, all these years of self-control and discipline nearly slipped through my fingers.

I couldn’t believe it – couldn’t believe I’d been moments away from kissing that deviant, that wolfless girl in front of the entire werewolf community.

My hands clenched into fists until my knuckles whitened.

The memory of her flushed cheeks, the scent of her heat, and those eyes – goddess! those eyes – pleading, desperate and filled with longing I’d never seen before.

I wanted her… no doubt… I wanted to run my tongue around her slightly parted lips and explore every crevice on her body until she came repeatedly in my hand.

“What were you thinking?” I growled at myself, my voice echoing off the dark oak walls.

Lax my wolf grumbled.

“She’s our mate,” he said “That’s why you reacted like that.

We belong to her.

”

My scowl deepened.

“Mate or not, I won’t accept her,” I snarled back, pacing faster as if I could outrun the truth.

“If I must marry, it’ll be to someone worthy of my position – not some wolfless deviant who can’t control herself.

You saw how she was with those men.

”

“Oh, please, Ramsey!” Lax scoffed “Don’t change the topic.

You were ready to tear that flimsy dress off her body.

She’s our mate and sooner or later, you’ll come to realize that we need her.

”

I hated how Lax’s words were true.

I’ve seen the mate bond first-hand – the good and the bad side.

Until I reject her, I would not regain control of myself.

I had built my life rejecting the norms of werewolf traditions, scorning the mate bond that others treated as sacred and now this was happening to me.

something as intangible and manipulative as the bond, especially when it came in the form of Lyla –

familiarity… was he her former boyfriend? I wondered feeling my chest grow thick with

trying to clear

none of my

my mind:

no other

and started towards the exit when Cassidy Thorne sauntered over,

adored – beautiful, confident and unashamedly manipulative and was set to

reputable Lycan from the White Lake Mountain, she had a strong Lycan and had been

lips as she looked up at me with

You wouldn’t mind giving a girl a ride, would

flaring

thing I needed

“No!” I said flatly.

“I have other plans.

”

I could turn away, my grandfather who had been silently watching from the shadows of the ballroom stepped forward

be

with us Cassidy, It’s no

welcome to stay the night too

I’ll call your

”

a glare, but he just

her smile widening as she moved closer, sliding into the

Mountain Pack, staring out the window as my thoughts drifted back to

how much I tried to shove her image out of my mind, she lingered – an uninvited guest in my

with my grandfather, making me

the latest and free novels

arrived, my

she strolled into the guest room

of the night passed in

kept pacing – unable

Lyla’s face haunted me – her scent, the way her body had fit against me even for a

restless, growling with dissatisfaction at our separation

to block it out, but

exhausted, frustrated and with a raging

of dawn spilt through the windows in my

to deal with the situation one way or

Seth – the family’s Butler and asked him to come up to my

greeted me with a stiff bow

facing the window “There’s a girl – woman,” I swallowed hard “I met her at the gala last

bring her to me,” I

a name, perhaps? It will help me

”

turned and faced