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.

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

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

trying to clear

none of my

up my

was no other

Cassidy Thorne sauntered over, her heels clicking against

beautiful, confident and unashamedly manipulative and was set to be my wife until I called off our engagement when we

was the kind of woman I should marry – Her father was a reputable Lycan from the White Lake Mountain, she had a strong Lycan and had been raised all her

sly smile playing on her lips as she looked up

purred “Leaving so soon? You wouldn’t

eyes narrowed, irritation flaring up

I needed right

“No!” I said flatly.

“I have other plans.

”

been silently watching from the shadows of the ballroom stepped forward

be so harsh,

with us Cassidy,

welcome to stay the night too since

I’ll call your father

”

shot my grandfather a glare, but he just shrugged, his eyes

as she moved closer, sliding into the

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

out of my mind, she

my grandfather,

and

my

Cassidy’s flirtatious goodnight as she strolled into

rest of the night passed

pacing – unable

my eyes, Lyla’s face haunted me – her scent, the way her body had fit against me even for a brief moment… I felt my body would explode just from the thought of wanting

turned, my wolf restless, growling

my teeth, trying to block it out,

morning, I was exhausted, frustrated and with a raging

spilt through the windows in my room, I knew

deal with the situation

family’s Butler and asked him to come up

greeted me with a stiff

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

to me,” I commanded, not even sure why I

a name, perhaps? It

”

turned and faced