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“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

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The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger.

I threw my arms up, bracing for the impact, my heart hammering against my ribs. I could feel the creatures' hot breath on my skin…

My scream tore through the air, as I bolted upright in bed gasping for breath. My clothes were soaked and plastered to my trembling body like a second layer, my heart still racing as if I hadn't yet realized the dream was over.

I looked around wildly, looking for the stick, my chest heaving… it took me a moment to realize I was no longer in the forest. The familiar surroundings of the guest room in Xander's house slowly came into focus – the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and the rumpled sheets tangled around my legs.

But something was wrong. I wasn't alone.

Sitting on a recliner in the corner of the room, watching me intently was Xander.

"Xander?" my voice was hoarse and my throat was still raw from screaming. "What... what are you doing here?"

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