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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

Ejiofor_Dorcas · Fantasy
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You killed, Dad...

Lyla

I stretched lazily like a cat, yawning as I pulled myself into a sitting position.

This was probably one of the best sleeps I've had in years. Last night after the meeting, I wanted to go home – back to the Packhouse, but Nathan had insisted I sleep over at theirs. He was worried that my mother might get provoked if she saw me there in the morning.

Beta Jeremy barely said a word to us when I followed them into the Beta house. After we had freshened up and I and Nathan were getting ready for bed, he came into the room and asked Nathan to come and share his bed with him.

Despite all of Nathan's pleas that he was going to take the couch in his room, his father had refused.

Pulling back the covers, I slipped out of bed and padded to the window, pulling the curtain aside to take in the view. The sun had just begun to rise, illuminating the green stretches of land that was Blue Ridge Pack.