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.

this room until I come with further instructions,” he

behind your room if you

part of the pack

will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner

and remember, do not loiter around the pack

me a terse bow

retreating back, wondering why I

expected to be thrown into

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

the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I didn’t

escape the

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

time, I felt my

and the sound of birds but

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

settle onto a garden

a grip!” I muttered, trying

ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with each

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

the hem of

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what I was about to

I let my hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping beneath my glistening

against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged

my throat and a low,

the image

up and down my, wet slit… feeling more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath

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

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

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

moved to my puckered nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just

froze, mortified, my heart

Ramsey stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers

and something darker that made my

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 it was too late

doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long strides, he was in

me, pulling me close with a force that

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

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