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
Twenty years ago...
Miriam (Nanny)
Twenty Years ago…
The Moon Temple was quiet, save for the soft hum of the morning wind brushing through the windows.
I was kneeling beside High Priestess Liora – Mother like we fondly called her, my hands clasped in front of me in prayer, my heart beating in sync with the chants but there was no life in my words. I was scared.
Scared that the secret I'd been trying to keep these past few days would finally come to light. The only person I had managed to tell was my best friend Terra – she was a moon worshipper just like me.
The Moon Temple had been home to me before I said my first words. I was born a Sigma Wolf – a rare breed of Wolves dedicated to the service of the Moon Goddess. We are often called messengers of the Goddess herself and as such, must keep ourselves pure.