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.

room until I come with

room if you so wish but not

allowed access to any other part of the pack house until I tell you

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

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

a terse bow and

watching his retreating back,

had expected to be thrown

in a room? Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life could be good before I’m shipped into

trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I

anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into the garden behind

vast, beautifully maintained garden with a maze of neatly trimmed hedges, vibrant flowers

no time, I

and the sound

the moon I had seen last night, I knew today would be

to settle onto a garden

muttered,

between my thighs seemed

need and every brush of the wind

the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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and embarrassed at what I was about to do but the need was

hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping beneath my

eyes fluttering shut as heat

breath hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory

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

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,

trying to be quiet as soft moans escaped my

wasn’t enough, though… no matter how much I tried, it wasn’t enough to

heat demanded more, craved more… after today… it’ll be over and

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

and I froze, mortified,

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

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

feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told

you doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

my house – my garden – my pack, it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long

on me, pulling me close with a force

heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to devour every ounce of restraint

instinctively, melting into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my