Ejiofor_Dorcas

“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.

A few hours before

I stood on the fitting platform, the wedding shop's mirror reflecting my image as the tailors ran around me, making last-minute adjustments to the Tuxedo I had on.

According to their plans, I will be dressed in a tux for the first part of the wedding, while the second part will be our official Ceremonial Joining attire. I stood still, mechanical, trying to focus on anything except the thought of Lyla getting married today.

Each tick of the clock on the wall felt like a countdown to my hell.

"Do you want us to shorten the cuffs?" the tailor suddenly asked me, staring at me with uncertainty.

"Whatever you please," I murmured, refusing to meet his gaze.

Despite my calm expression, my thoughts inside were far from calm. I couldn't stop thinking about Lyla. I had purposely avoided my phone today because I had to resist the temptation to look up the ceremony.

The other side of love...