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 .

composed as I walked toward

finally looked up

felt an uncontrollable urge to reach for her , bring her closer , and erase

in wild circles now that we were close enough to her

demanding to

I said their first words that popped into my head before moving

be tearing through those layers of

me to throw caution to the wind , to take Lyla in my

here !

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

”

and our thighs rubbing … I was struggling

last shred of my sanity … reminding myself that everyone in this room

went on

Tuatebød her ofronder .

nainfully at the eight of

Lavender and

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

started ,

her- trying to paint a perfect picture of her father when the only memories she had

truth about her through Lenny

her and

glances , the barely concealed disgust – all because

she hadn’t shifted

she wasn’t what they

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

do you think you’re going ? ” she hissed ,

bother replying , my eyes were fixed in the direction

that deviant if I hadn’t

where you are ? Who you are ? Your position as the Lycan Leader … all the people here are your subjects …

I’m sure my people would understand that I just as ordinary as they

only want to talk to her

I won’t let you do this to me ,