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 edge of freedom...
Lyla
A few days later.
I wandered aimlessly through the healing grounds of the White Moon Pack. The wound on my back still throbbed with every step I took, but I had grown stronger in the last few days. It was also a constant reminder of the chaos that had brought me here.
I drew the shawl I had thrown over my shoulders around me as I continued to walk. The air was crisp with the scent of pine and wet earth, a reminder that the world outside here was waiting for me. A world I once belonged to before everything here had changed me.
The healers had agreed I was strong enough to return home today, although I was told I still needed a lot of rest and to avoid doing strenuous activities until I healed perfectly. But it was the wound in my heart that truly pained me.