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 further instructions,” he

garden behind your room if you so wish but not more

other part of the pack house until

come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner

hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the

me a terse bow and left before I

his retreating back, wondering

to be thrown

Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life could be good before

all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I didn’t come with my

the tension anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere,

found myself in a vast, beautifully maintained garden with

I felt my

gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was no

I had seen last night, I

onto a garden

I muttered,

seemed

with need and every brush of the wind against my skin felt like a

hem of my dress, hesitantly

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hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about

my hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping beneath my glistening

fluttering shut as heat

and a low, satisfactory moan escaped

the image

I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked,

moans escaped my lips, my hips moving

I tried, it wasn’t

demanded more, craved more… after today… it’ll be over and I’ll have to wait for next

stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on

open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping a

me, his amber eyes darkened with an intensity

desire and

embarrassed and flustered as I tried to

doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

he retorted and in a few long strides,

I could utter another word, Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling me close with a force that

into mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to devour every ounce of restraint he’d held

hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth