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.

in this room until I come with further

garden behind your room if you so wish but

not allowed access to any other part of the pack house

here: Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by 7

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

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

watching his retreating back,

expected to be thrown

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

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

needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered

garden with a maze of neatly

time, I felt my

to focus on the gentle breeze and the sound

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

onto a garden bench, my breathing

I muttered, trying to

my thighs seemed

pulsed with need and every brush of the wind against my

fingers trailed to the hem of my dress,

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ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about to

soaking

eyes fluttering shut

in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan escaped

to focus the image of

Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked, groaning as a wave of lust washed

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

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

be over

hand concentrated on the pool below but just as

and I froze, mortified,

amber eyes darkened with

of anger, desire and

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

doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

– my pack, it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted

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

heated, desperate kiss as if

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