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
Storm breaking...
Ramsey
It's been 6 days – nearly a week since we brought Lyla to the Pack healers at White Moon Mountains. They were the best healers ever but still; Lyla hadn't woken up.
Her wounds were too deep and severe and because she had no wolf, she was healing slowly – barely making any progress if you ask me. She just lay there, unconscious, without moving or anything.
And I hated it.
I have been in a constant state of tension since that day. Not just that, the entire territory of the White Mountains and the Packs in the territory were on high alert after another Feral attack. This time, it had happened at the lower borders and they had targeted the soldiers on patrol there.
How they had managed to infiltrate the border remained a mystery to us since there was no breach in our security walls, and neither was anything picked. Since then, we've spotted a few of them roaming outside the territory… but not attacking.