The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger.
“I will not be defined as a ‘wolfless deviant’ I will not be a pawn in the 'games Alphas play' And I refuse to be mated to the stranger who crashed into my life and turned everything upside down… Only that might be my biggest challenge yet.” Those were the words Lyla chanted to herself as she left the annual werewolf gala, drenched in her sweat and her pheromones. Only days ago, she was a happy teenager existing in the human world – trying to get through college and go far away, forget everything she’s been through and start life afresh but now, she’s in the middle of the gala, sprawled on the ground with her desires in everyone’s face and Alpha Ramsey Kincaid – the Lycan leader of the White Moon Throne extending his hands towards her. If she takes it, she would bring dishonour to her family because she is in no state to be mingling with anyone, talk more of the Lycan leader who was out of her league and if she refuses, she risks being sent to the pack prison for not taking better care of herself during her heat - Yes, it was a crime for her to be without a wolf. But when he touches her, something inside her stirs… Desires? Yes! Powers hidden by the moon goddess? Yes! And maybe just maybe, the stirrings of her missing wolf whose voice can calm feral wolves and heal … Can she learn to trust this man whose mouth says a different thing and his hands speak another language or would she become a pawn – a piece of chess in the games ‘Alphas play’? One thing’s for certain- Lyla Woodlands was done being the pack’s little, dirty ‘wolfless deviant’. It’s time this wolfless wonder showed them what she’s made of. #Slow burn #Wispy old prophecies # Love Triangle - ML and FL best friend #Villian in love with FL Join my discord group: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4
The ceremonial preparation...
Lyla.
When I woke again, I was still at Xander's house and had lost track of time.
My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dim lighting of the room, my body was too weak to move, too weak to fight anymore. Although Xander was not in the room with me, I could feel his presence. I noticed the soft towel resting on the chair beside my bed.
"How long have I been out?" I murmured to myself trying to sit up.
What was I supposed to do now?
My mind replayed the events of the last few hours, trying to make sense of everything. Xander's confession about being the Dark One, his insistence that he didn't want my powers but wanted me – how could any of this be real? And yet, deep down, some part of me felt there was an element of truth in it all.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay calm. There had to be a way out of this. There had to be some way I could escape and return to the life I had once known, even if it meant running forever.