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.

this room until I

behind your room if you so

any other part of the pack house

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

and remember, do not loiter around the pack house

gave me a terse bow and left before I could

stood watching his retreating back, wondering why I

to be thrown into the dungeon or something

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

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

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

beautifully maintained garden with a maze of neatly trimmed hedges,

I felt my

focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but

the fullness of the moon I had seen last night, I knew

managed to settle onto a garden bench, my breathing

a grip!” I muttered, trying to

between my thighs seemed to be growing with each

body pulsed with need and every brush of

to the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about to do but the need

touch my soaking

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

my throat and a low, satisfactory moan

focus the image of

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

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

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

demanded more, craved more… after today… it’ll be

hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a rustle of movement caught

open and I froze, mortified, my

Ramsey stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened with an intensity that sent

anger, desire and something darker that made

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

are you doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

were on me, pulling me close with a force

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

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