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.

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

former boyfriend? I wondered feeling my chest grow thick

my head, trying to clear my

none of

already made up my mind:

no

when Cassidy Thorne sauntered over, her heels clicking against

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

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 life

smile playing on her lips as she looked up at me with a coy

You wouldn’t mind giving

narrowed, irritation flaring up

thing I needed right now was

“No!” I said flatly.

“I have other plans.

”

could turn away, my grandfather who had been silently watching

don’t be so harsh,

us Cassidy, It’s no

stay the night too since

I’ll call your

”

he just shrugged, his eyes twinkling

as she moved closer, sliding into the

ride back to the White Lake Mountain Pack, staring out

of my

with my grandfather,

and

my patience

she strolled into the guest room that had been prepared for

of the night

pacing – unable

scent, the way her body had fit against me even for a brief moment… I felt my body would explode just

my wolf restless, growling with dissatisfaction at our separation from

clenched my teeth, trying to

was exhausted, frustrated

spilt through the windows in my room, I knew I couldn’t go on

had to deal with the

Butler and asked

me with a stiff bow “You asked to see

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

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

get a name, perhaps? It will help me

”

turned and