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.

to be bound by something as intangible and manipulative as the bond, especially when it came in the form of Lyla – that was the name that

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

trying to clear

none of my

made up my mind:

was no other

started towards the exit when Cassidy Thorne sauntered over, her heels clicking against the polished floor as

werewolf world adored – beautiful, confident and unashamedly manipulative and was set to be my wife

should marry – Her father was a reputable Lycan from the White Lake Mountain, she had a strong Lycan and had been raised all her life to

eyelashes, a sly smile playing on her lips as she looked up at

soon? You wouldn’t

irritation flaring up at

last thing I needed

“No!” I said flatly.

“I have other plans.

”

who had been silently watching from the shadows of the ballroom stepped forward with

be so harsh,

ride with us Cassidy, It’s

to stay the

I’ll call your

”

but he

the opportunity, her smile widening as she moved closer, sliding into the car with practised

to the White Lake Mountain Pack, staring out the window

shove her image out of my mind, she lingered

my grandfather, making me

the latest and

time we arrived, my patience was on the

acknowledged Cassidy’s flirtatious goodnight as she strolled into the guest room that had been prepared

night passed in a

pacing – unable

body had fit against me even for a brief moment… I felt my body would explode just from the thought

wolf restless, growling

trying to block

frustrated

first ray of dawn spilt through the windows in my room, I knew I couldn’t go

to deal with the situation

the family’s Butler and asked him to

stiff

woman,” I swallowed hard “I met her at the gala last night but she’s a

bring her to me,” I

a name, perhaps? It will help

”

and