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,”

can stroll out to the garden behind your room

other part of the pack house

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

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

a terse

watching his retreating back, wondering why I was

to be thrown into

was I put in a room? Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish

think of and it was worse since I didn’t come with my

the

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

I felt

gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was

fullness of the moon I had

a garden bench, my

I muttered, trying to steady

ache between my thighs seemed to

every brush of the wind against my skin

the hem of

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feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about to do

hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping

fluttering shut as heat surged

breath hitched in my throat and

focus the image of

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

soft moans escaped my lips,

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

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

while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a

open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping a

stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened

a mixture of anger, desire and

tried to gather myself but the look in his

doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a

were on me, pulling me close

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

tangling in his hair as he pressed