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 instructions,” he

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

access to any other part of the pack

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

hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space mapped

me a terse bow and left before I could

stood watching his retreating back, wondering why I

had expected to be thrown into the dungeon or

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

worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse

and needing to escape the suffocating

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

time, I felt my

on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds

moon I had seen last night, I

onto a garden

a grip!” I muttered, trying to steady

thighs seemed

pulsed with need and every brush of the wind against my

to the hem of my dress, hesitantly inching

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my lips, I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I

my soaking

bench, my eyes fluttering shut

hitched in my throat and a

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

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

soft moans escaped my lips, my hips

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

be over

other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a

and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

his amber eyes darkened with

desire and something darker that made my

I tried to

doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

hands were on me, pulling me

heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to devour every

he pressed my back against a tree,