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

garden behind your room

other part of the pack house until I tell you

Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm

please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around

gave me a terse bow and left

stood watching his retreating back,

had expected to be thrown into the dungeon or something

I put in a room? Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing

I could think of and it was worse

needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into the garden

maintained garden with a maze of neatly trimmed hedges, vibrant flowers and

time, I felt my

gentle breeze and the sound

fullness of the moon I had seen last night, I knew today would be my

settle onto a garden

I muttered, trying

thighs seemed

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

hem of my dress,

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embarrassed at what

hand touch my soaking core,

bench, my eyes fluttering

breath hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan escaped

my legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from

Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked, groaning as a wave of lust washed

as soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily

how much I tried, it wasn’t enough

it’ll be over and

other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I

froze, mortified,

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

of anger, desire and something darker

Ramsey,” I croaked, yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told

are you doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

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pack, it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and

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

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

as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring mine with a hunger