The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

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.

“My name is Seth and I’m the Alpha’s Butler,” the man said without preamble or acknowledging my greeting.

He didn’t even act like my scent was bothering him.

His face was impassive.

I come with

the garden behind your room if

to any other part of the

Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch

please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space mapped

a terse bow and left before I

his retreating back, wondering why

thrown into the

Leader’s attempt to punish

I could think of and it was worse since I didn’t come with

to bear the tension anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere,

with a maze of neatly trimmed hedges,

time, I felt my

on the gentle breeze and the

spiking… from the fullness of the moon I had seen last night, I knew

managed to settle onto a garden

I muttered, trying to steady

ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with each

every brush of the wind against my skin felt

to the hem of

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at what I was about to

let my hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping

bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through me

hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan

bringing to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from

more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked, groaning as a wave of

at myself, trying to be quiet as soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily

much I tried, it wasn’t enough to quench

it’ll be over and I’ll have to wait for next

to my puckered nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as

froze,

stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers

a mixture of anger, desire and

– Alpha Ramsey,” I croaked, yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in

doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

my pack, it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and

could utter another word, Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling me close

as if he was trying to devour every ounce of restraint he’d

into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his