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 come with further instructions,”

can stroll out to the garden behind your room if you so

to any other part of the pack house until I

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

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

terse bow and left before I could

his retreating back, wondering why I

to be thrown into the dungeon or

Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me

all the worst-case scenarios I could think of

needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into the garden

found myself in a vast, beautifully maintained garden with a maze

no time, I

focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was

the moon I had seen last night,

to settle onto a garden bench,

grip!” I muttered, trying to steady

ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with each

body pulsed with need and every brush of the

hem of my dress, hesitantly inching

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hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about to do

hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping

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

hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan escaped

my legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey

I imagined Ramsey’s breath

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

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

today… it’ll be over and I’ll have

hand moved to my puckered nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a rustle of

snapped open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

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

was a mixture of anger, desire and something darker that

Alpha Ramsey,” I croaked, yanking my hand away feeling 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

“You shouldn’t be here.

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

hands were on me, pulling me close

mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying

tangling in his hair as he pressed my back