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 .

stay composed as I walked toward her

she finally looked up

, bring her

was going around in wild circles now that we were close enough

was clawing at my insides , demanding to break through and

, I said their first words that popped into

more , I would be tearing through those layers of clothes and sticking myself deep

, urging me to throw caution to

!

her presence is a constant reminder of the complication we would face if I go

”

next to me and our thighs rubbing … I was struggling

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

she went

Tuatebød her ofronder .

heart twister nainfully at the

and

hand deciding if to perform her duties as her father’s daughter or let go completely

My father … ” She started , her voice

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

about her through

had deserted her and treated her like an

, the sideways glances , the barely concealed disgust – all

she hadn’t

they expected

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

? ” she hissed , loud enough for only me to

didn’t bother replying , my eyes were fixed in the direction I had seen Lyla

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

are ? Your position as the Lycan Leader … all the people here are your

understand that I

only want to talk to

” she fired “ I won’t let you do this to me