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 further instructions,”

the garden behind your room if you so

part of

shortly by 10 am, Lunch

during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the pack house

gave me a terse bow and left before I could ask

stood watching his retreating back, wondering why

be thrown into the dungeon

Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life

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

and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out

with a maze

time, I

to focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds

fullness of the moon I

onto a

grip!” I muttered, trying to

seemed to be growing with each

pulsed with need and every brush of the wind against my skin felt like a

fingers trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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lips, I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I

my hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping

the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut

breath hitched in my throat and

focus the

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

soft moans escaped my lips, my

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

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

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

and I froze,

eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers

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

as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told me it

you doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

hands were on me, pulling me close with a force that

a heated, desperate kiss as if he

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