The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

Chapter 7: Bonding…

Lyla

[Warning 18+ and explicit scene]

I couldn’t forget the satisfactory smirk on the faces of my parents and sister. Clarissa as I was taken away. They were glad I was finally going to disappear.

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I gasped when the vehicle stopped at the entrance of the White Lake Mountains Pack. I’ve heard about its splendour and beauty – it was home to the 1% of the Lycans in the world and also the home to the Lycan Leader, Alpha Ramsey.

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I stepped out of the car, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stared at the imposing gates, the towering pack house loomed above me, its grand structure was both intimidating and mind-blowing. I felt like I had just stepped into a castle in a fantasy novel but then the realization struck me…If I had been brought here, it could only mean one thing…

I was going to be punished.

That was the only explanation. The Lycan Leader wanted to punish me for what had happened at the gala and for not taking care of myself during my heat. My body still ached from the rough treatment I’d received from my parents last night – and I prayed to the moon that my punishment would be something I could bear. After this, I’m never setting foot in this world again.

The soldiers ushered me inside without much fanfare, their expression unreadable as they led me through the grand hallways of the pack house. Everything was pristine and luxurious with a high ceiling, diamond-crusted chandeliers and walls adorned with portraits of past leaders. I felt completely out of place, like a stain on an otherwise perfect canvas.

They led me to a room where a grey-haired man was waiting for me. He nodded to the soldiers who let me go and left, leaving the two of us together.

“Good morning, sir!” I greeted swallowing hard, maybe, if I’m a bit respectful, my punishment might be reduced.

I’m the Alpha’s Butler,” the man said without preamble or acknowledging my greeting. He didn’t even act

of the pack house until I tell you so. Meals are timely here: Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by 7 pm. An Omega will be sent to you during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the pack house

wondering why I was there. I had expected to be thrown into the dungeon or something worse. Why was I

either. Unable to bear the tension anymore, and needing to escape

my anxiety easing. I tried to focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was no use. My heat was spiking… from the fullness of the moon I had seen last night,

a grip!” I muttered, trying to steady myself. The ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with each second. My body pulsed with need and every brush of the wind against my skin felt like a taunt. My fingers trailed to the

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need was too strong. Trembling, I let my hand touch my soaking core, my

eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through me at my first touch. My breath hitched

from last night. I ran a finger up and down my, wet slit… feeling more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked, groaning as a

my touch. It wasn’t enough, though… no matter how much I tried, it wasn’t enough to quench the burning need I felt. My heat demanded more, craved

to my puckered nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a rustle of movement caught my attention. My eyes snapped open and I froze, mortified,

eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. It was a mixture of anger, desire and something darker that made my

my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his

are you doing here?” I stuttered standing. “You

shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long strides, he was in front of me, his amber eyes blazing. Before I could utter another word, Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling

crashed into mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to devour every ounce of