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

stroll out to the garden behind your room

of the pack house until

10 am,

remember, do not loiter around the pack house

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

retreating back, wondering why I was

had expected to be thrown into the

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

could think of and it was worse since I didn’t come with my

to bear the tension anymore, and needing to escape the

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

time, I felt my

tried to focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of

the moon I

a garden bench, my breathing

I muttered,

between my thighs seemed to be growing

need and every brush of the wind against my skin felt

the hem of my dress, hesitantly inching

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

I let my hand touch my soaking

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

hitched in my throat and

my legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha

ran a finger up and 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

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

matter how much I tried, it

after today… it’ll be over

stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but

and I froze, mortified,

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

anger, desire and something darker that made my heart

as I tried to

doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

– my garden – my pack, it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long strides, he was in front of me, his amber eyes

hands were on me, pulling me close with a force that made

if he was trying to devour every ounce of restraint he’d

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