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.

until I

the garden behind your room if you

other part of the pack house until I

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

remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space mapped out for

your stay,” he gave me a terse bow

retreating back, wondering why

thrown into the dungeon or something

Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life could

could think of and it was worse since I

escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into the garden behind my

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

no time, I

tried to focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was

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

settle onto a garden

grip!” I muttered, trying to

thighs seemed to be

pulsed with need and every brush of the wind against my

the hem of

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hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was

my hand touch my soaking core, my finger

garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through

in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan

the image of

finger up and down my, wet slit… feeling more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips

be quiet as soft moans escaped

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

after today… it’ll be over and I’ll have to

moved 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

snapped open and I froze, mortified, my heart

his amber eyes darkened with

was a mixture of anger, desire and something darker

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

doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

he retorted and in a

Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling me close with a force

a heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying

as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring mine with a hunger that matched