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.

in this room until I come with

garden behind your room if you so wish but not more than

not allowed access to any other part of the pack house

timely here: Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch

sent to you during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick

he gave me a terse bow and left before I

back, wondering why I

thrown into the dungeon or

Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me

all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I didn’t

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

garden with a maze of neatly trimmed

time, I felt my

gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was no

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

onto a garden bench, my

I muttered, trying

thighs seemed to

every brush of the wind against

hem of my

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what I was about to

hand touch my soaking core, my

back against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged

throat and a

my legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from last

wet slit… feeling more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked, groaning

be quiet as soft moans escaped

matter how much I tried, it

more, craved more… after today… it’ll be over and I’ll have to wait for

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

open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened with

was a mixture of anger, desire and something darker that made my

I croaked, yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look

doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long strides, he was in

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

desperate kiss as if he

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