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

stroll out to the garden behind your room if you so wish but not

access to any other part of the pack

10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by

remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space mapped out

your stay,” he gave me a terse

retreating back, wondering why I

be thrown

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

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

to bear the tension anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered

maintained garden with a maze

time, I

focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but

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

a garden bench, my breathing

a grip!” I muttered, trying to steady

thighs seemed to be

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

the hem of my

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my lips, I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about

let my hand touch my soaking core, my

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

throat and a low, satisfactory moan

focus the image

wet slit… feeling more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked, groaning as a wave of lust

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

matter how much I tried, it wasn’t enough to quench the burning need I

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

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

open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

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

and something darker that made my heart

yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told me it was too late

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

word, Ramsey’s hands were on me,

lips crashed into mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he

my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring mine with a hunger that