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

the garden behind your room if you so wish but

not allowed access to any other part of the pack house

will come shortly by 10

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

me a terse bow

watching his retreating back, wondering why

be thrown into the dungeon or

room? Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life could be good

the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was

escape the suffocating atmosphere,

vast, beautifully maintained garden with a

I

breeze and the sound of

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

settle onto a garden bench, my breathing

a grip!” I muttered, trying to

ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with each

body pulsed with need and every brush of the

fingers trailed to the hem of my dress,

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

my soaking core, my

against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering

breath hitched in my throat and a

legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from

more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips

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

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

it’ll be over and I’ll have to wait for next

hand 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

froze, mortified, my heart skipping a

stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened with

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

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

doing here?”

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

here,” he retorted and in a

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

lips crashed into mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to devour every

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