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

the garden behind your room if you

any other part of the pack house until I tell you

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

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

me a terse bow and left before I

stood watching his retreating back, wondering

be thrown into the

punish me by showing me life could be good before

could think of and it

and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out

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

no time, I felt

and the sound of birds but

moon I had

a

muttered, trying to steady

thighs seemed to

brush of the

hem of

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embarrassed at what I was about to do but the need

soaking core,

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

and a low,

bringing to focus the image of

breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked, groaning

as soft moans escaped my

no matter how much I tried, it

today… it’ll be over and

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

open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

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

desire and something darker that made my heart

flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told me it

you doing here?”

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

I could utter another word, Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling

in a heated, desperate kiss as if

pressed my