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
Alpha Heir...
Nathan
I stepped out of the dungeon, the light from the sun momentarily blinding my eyes for the first time in four years forcing me to stumble backwards against the stone wall.
My eyes were already used to years of dim lighting and shadows. I squinted raising my hand to shield my face, blinking rapidly as my eyes watered from the brightness. For several minutes, I stood there, letting my vision slowly adjust.
The winds tugged at my clothes as the world gradually came into focus. I drank in the blue sky, the green grass and the tall trees – I'd forgotten what the world outside looked like, how beautiful it could be.
As my vision finally adapted, I noticed a familiar figure standing a few paces away, leaning against a sleek black car – my father. Beta Jeremy Tanner stood rigid, his arms crossed over his chest, wearing the stern expression I remembered from my childhood whenever I'd done something particularly disappointing.