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

stroll out to the garden behind your room if you so wish but not

to any other part of

are timely here: Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by

remember, do

he gave me a terse bow and left before I could

back, wondering why I was

be thrown into the dungeon or

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

I could think of and

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

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

no time, I

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

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

managed to settle onto a garden bench, my

muttered, trying to

seemed to be growing

of the wind against

the hem

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I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what

my soaking core, my

fluttering shut as heat surged

hitched in my throat and a

legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha

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, groaning as a wave of lust washed through

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

how much I tried, it wasn’t enough to quench the burning need

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

my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a rustle of movement caught

eyes snapped open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

his amber eyes darkened with an

a mixture of anger, desire and something darker that

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

doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

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

mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to

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