The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 8: Rejection…

Lyla

My head was still reeling from the near-death experience of having one of the most shattering orgasms I’ve ever had while a small smile played on my lips.

Alpha Ramsey was my mate… fated to me by the Moon Goddess… finally, I wouldn’t have to bother about my damning heat cycles… I had a mate now… and he wanted me as much as I wanted him too.

I clung to him, my heart swelling with the hope that he was on the same page as me.

No wonder he had come for me.

I felt him pull away from me, disentangling himself without a word.

I watched him with a satisfied smile as he rose to his feet, and reached for his discarded clothes that was when I snapped back to reality.

Why was he leaving already? Aren’t we supposed to cuddle and at least talk about what has just happened?

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“You’re leaving?” I asked, my voice filled with disappointment.

He ignored me – instead, his expression hardened, turning cold as he adjusted his clothes.

He didn’t look at me, didn’t say a word as he fastened his belt and straightened his shirt.

I felt the warmth of our shared moment evaporating, replaced by the mask of indifference he had on now.

“Ramsey…” I whimpered hating the way my voice felt so small like a kitten’s.

He finally turned to me, a bored expression on his face.

“Get dressed,” he said curtly, “And leave ten minutes after I do.

Just make sure you’re not seen.

”

I blinked, confusion and hurt washing over me, my eyes widening in shock.

“What? Ramsey… we just…”

“Alpha Ramsey!” he growled coldly “Stop calling me Ramsey… I am your leader!”

I bit the insides of my cheeks, trying to stop myself from crying.

“Is that it?” I asked, struggling to understand.

“After everything that just happened… you’re just going to walk away?”

“It was nothing,” he cut me off, his tone harsh.

“Just instinct, nothing more.

You were in heat, and I… I lost control…” he turned his back to me, adjusting his collar “But this doesn’t change anything.

”

I scrambled to my feet, grabbing my clothes with trembling hands.

“You said… you called me your mate.

You marked me,” I stammered pointing at his mark on my neck that was still fresh and sore.

“I heard you, twice! Alpha… you can’t just pretend this didn’t happen.

”

when he did, his

care what

I marked you

have no wolf,

have

not fit to stand beside me… you don’t fit

”.

as I looked up

I bristled “My

”

his eyes, clenching his jaw and for a moment, something flickered in his eyes, – regret, maybe but it was gone as soon as

… it’s all the

cheek

use me to satisfy your needs, mark me and then toss me aside? Why did you even mark me in the first place if you don’t want me? Now you’ve ruined my chance of getting someone

”

Lyla…” he scoffed “I saw how needy you were… how much your body

I will take care of your needs but don’t expect anything

won’t

”

me, my fists

Ramsey,” I said, my voice shaking with a mix of hurt

may be the Lycan Leader, but you’re still a

and reject me

”

but

on his heel and

watched as he walked away, every step he took felt like a slap to my

nothing more

than the heat that had driven me into

I knew it, I was chasing after him, my

but I pushed

but didn’t

grabbing his arm, but he pushed me away, shaking me off as

I

doing this to

as he turned to

this was nothing

happened between us cannot and

not a prince charming that will swoop in and

not

”

twisted at his words, each one feeling like a dagger was plunged into

know I felt the pull towards you too, and I’ve never felt like

pretending this meant

harsh line of his face

“Because it doesn’t.

were caught up in the

Nothing more.

tied down by something so fleeting,” his tone was flat as if rehearsed with each

led to this,” I pointed to his mark

to treat me like this,” I pleaded

than being your dirty little

”

stood and watched me for a moment without saying a word but then his expression shifted again,

“I’ve already made arrangements.

now, I’ll be taking Cassidy Thorne as

I broke it off 7 years

make