The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

100 Lavender and rain …

Ramsey

The moment I saw Lyla standing at the entrance of the funeral hall that morning , it had taken every ounce of self – control not to reach for her and for once … I was grateful for the bourgeois nature of the ceremonial Lycan Leader attire I was wearing as it helped to cover my erection .

The frightened , wide – eyed girl from four years ago had transformed into a woman with perky but full presses that were outlined on the mourning dress she had on .

Her once narrow hips had widened , framing a perfect butt , that made me envision riding her from back and slapping those cheeks .

And gods … her neck ! Slender , graceful … reminded me of the way she had arched it ; the day I had marked her in the garden .

Lax , was practically howling at the sight of her , urging me to claim what was rightfully ours to hold her , kiss her and mark her as our mate once more .

But I couldn’t .

Not with the entire Werewolves and Lycans watching .

Not with Cassidy clinging possessively to my arm like a serpent waiting to strike .

I had barely registered the other guests milling about .

My eyes were glued to Lyla .

Every movement , every glance , she cast toward the ground or at the visitors accepting their condolences triggered a memory in me too .

This had been me , 19 years ago at White Moon Pack receiving condolences when I had lost my parents .

I was 8 years old at that time .

I could see the pain behind her eyes as she smiled at each guest , making me wonder if she missed her father .

The years had sharpened her beauty and had added an allure I couldn’t

ignore .

She was no longer the fragile Lyla I’d once known ; she was a woman now … a woman I’ve missed terribly .

as I walked toward

finally looked up

her ,

in wild circles now

insides , demanding to break

and thankfully , I

her quickly , a minute more , I would be tearing through those layers of clothes and

me to throw caution to the wind , to take

Not here !

Cassidy standing beside us , her presence is a constant reminder of the complication we would face if I go

”

sitting next to me and our thighs rubbing

reminding myself that everyone in this room today was looking up to

went on

Tuatebød her ofronder .

twister nainfully at

Lavender and rain

deciding if to perform her duties as her father’s

father … ” She started , her

how difficult this was for her- trying to paint a perfect picture of her father when the only memories she had were

truth about her through Lenny

they had deserted her and treated her like

whispers , the sideways glances , the barely concealed disgust – all

hadn’t shifted

they expected her to

, I instinctively rose to my feet to go after her but before I could rise properly , Cassidy’s hand rested on my arm , pulling me back to the chair with surprising

going ? ” she hissed , loud enough for only me to

bother replying , my eyes were fixed in the direction I had seen

to chase after that deviant if I hadn’t stopped you ?

… all the people here are your subjects … is this the way you want to show yourself to them

people would understand that I just as

to talk to her , I

” she fired “ I won’t let you