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 further instructions,”

room if you so wish but not

allowed access to any other part of

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

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

me a terse bow and left before I could

stood watching his retreating back, wondering

expected to be thrown

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

paced my room, trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and

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

garden with a maze of neatly trimmed

time, I felt

breeze and the sound of birds but

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

onto a garden bench, my breathing

grip!” I muttered, trying to

seemed to be growing

with need and every brush of the wind

fingers trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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my lips, I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about to do but the need was too

I let my hand touch my soaking core, my finger

back against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering

my throat and a low,

to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from last

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 wave of lust washed

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

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

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

on the pool below

open and I froze, mortified, my heart

darkened with an intensity that sent shivers down my

was a mixture of anger, desire and something darker that made my

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

are you doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

here,” he retorted and in a few long strides, he was in front

on me,

a heated, desperate kiss as if he was

his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring mine with a hunger