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.

I come with

garden behind your room

of the

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

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

gave me a terse bow and left before I could ask

back, wondering why I

had expected to be thrown into the

I put in a room? Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me

my room, trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I didn’t come

tension anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating

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

time, I felt my

on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it

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

managed to settle onto a

muttered, trying

seemed to be

of the wind against my skin felt like

the hem

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

hand touch my soaking

eyes fluttering shut as heat surged

in my throat and a low, satisfactory

bringing to focus the image of

wet slit… feeling more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath

soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily to the rhythm of

no matter how much I tried, it wasn’t enough to quench the burning need I

today… it’ll be over and I’ll have to wait for next

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 movement caught my

and I froze, mortified, my

watching me, his amber eyes darkened with

was a mixture of anger, desire and something

feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but

you doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

on me, pulling me close with a force

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

pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring mine