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,”

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

part of the pack house until I tell you

by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by

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

your stay,” he gave me a terse bow and left before I

watching his retreating back, wondering why I was

thrown into the dungeon

punish me by showing me life could be good before I’m

scenarios I could think of and it

escape the suffocating atmosphere,

garden with a maze of

I

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

from the fullness of the moon I had seen last

to settle onto a garden bench, my breathing

a grip!” I muttered, trying to steady

my thighs seemed to

with need and every brush of the wind against my skin

fingers trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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what

touch my soaking core, my finger slipping beneath my

my back against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as

hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan

to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from last

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

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

tried, it

after today… it’ll be over and I’ll

puckered nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I

I froze, mortified, my heart

Ramsey stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened with

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

Ramsey,” I croaked, yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself

you doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

house – my garden – my pack, it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a

another word, Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling me close with a

kiss as if he was trying

his hair as he pressed my back against a