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.

in this room until I come with further

room if you so

any other part of the pack house until I tell

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

during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the

he gave me a terse bow and left

back, wondering why I

to be thrown into the dungeon or something

Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish

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

bear the tension anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out

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

time, I felt

breeze and the sound of

the fullness of the moon I had seen last

to settle onto a

muttered, trying

seemed to be growing with

with need and every brush of the wind

hem

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hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I

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

pressed my back against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through me at my first

throat and a

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

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

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

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

and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a rustle

and I froze,

stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened

of anger, desire and something darker

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

are you doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

hands were on me, pulling me close

into mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to devour every

he pressed my