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

the garden behind your room if you so wish but not more

not allowed access to any other part of the

shortly by 10 am, Lunch by

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

terse bow and

his retreating back, wondering why I

thrown into the dungeon or something

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

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

escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out

with a maze of neatly trimmed

no time, I felt

and the sound of

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

managed to settle onto a garden bench, my breathing

a grip!” I muttered,

ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with

and every brush of the wind against

trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly inching

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what I was about

touch my soaking core, my finger slipping

my eyes fluttering

my throat and

to focus the image

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

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

matter how much I tried, it

be over and I’ll have to wait for next

while my other hand concentrated on the pool

snapped open and I froze,

eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers down my

was a mixture of anger, desire and

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

are you doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

another word, Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling me

if he was trying to devour every ounce of restraint he’d held

into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth