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.

this room until I come with further

out to the garden behind your room if you so

allowed access to any other part of the pack

will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner

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

stay,” he gave me a terse bow and left before I could ask

back, wondering

to be thrown into the dungeon

the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life could be good before

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

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

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

time, I felt my anxiety

the gentle breeze and the sound

heat was spiking… from the fullness of the moon I had seen last

managed to settle onto a garden bench,

a grip!” I muttered, trying to

ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with each

need and every brush of the wind against my skin felt

trailed to the hem of

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what I was about to

my hand touch my soaking core,

fluttering shut as heat surged through me at

in my throat and a low,

the image of Alpha

feeling more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath

trying to be quiet as soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily to the rhythm of my

how much I tried,

be over and I’ll

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

froze, mortified, my heart skipping a

eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers

desire and something darker

embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look

you doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

were on me, pulling

heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to

him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring mine with a hunger