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.

room until I come with

out to the garden behind your room if you

of the pack house

shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and

Omega will be sent to you during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space mapped out for

me a terse bow and left before I could ask

back,

thrown into

this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life could be good before

room, trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I didn’t come with my phone

tension anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into the garden behind my

with a maze of neatly

time, I felt my anxiety

tried to focus on the gentle breeze and the

fullness of the moon I had seen

settle onto a

a grip!” I muttered, trying

thighs seemed to

with need and every brush of the wind against my skin

trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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what I was about to do but the need was too

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

garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through me at

breath hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan

widened my legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey

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

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

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

more… after today… it’ll be over and I’ll have

to my puckered nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on

eyes snapped open and I froze, mortified, my heart

his amber eyes darkened with an

was a mixture of anger, desire and something

yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told

you doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long strides,

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

kiss as if he was trying to devour

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