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.

until I come with further instructions,”

garden behind your room if you so wish but

not allowed access to any other part of the pack house until I

will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm

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

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

back, wondering

be thrown into the dungeon or

to punish me by showing

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

escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into

garden with a maze of neatly trimmed hedges, vibrant

time, I felt

to focus on the gentle breeze and

was spiking… from the fullness of the moon I had seen last night, I knew today would be

a garden bench, my breathing

a grip!” I muttered, trying to

between my thighs seemed to

and every brush of the wind against

trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly inching

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embarrassed at what

my hand touch my soaking

fluttering shut as heat surged through me at

hitched in my throat and a low,

widened my legs, bringing to focus the image of

a finger 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

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

I tried, it wasn’t

be over

nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool

open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping a

me, his amber eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers

a mixture of anger, desire and something darker that

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

are you doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling me

lips crashed into mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he

as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring