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.

room until I come

room if you so wish but not

other part of

timely here: Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by 7

do not loiter around the

stay,” he gave me a terse bow

stood watching his retreating back, wondering why I was

to be thrown into the dungeon

this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish

I could think of and it was worse

escape the

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

no time, I

and the sound of birds

the moon I had

managed to settle onto a garden bench,

muttered, trying to steady

thighs seemed to be

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

fingers trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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lips, I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about to do but the

my soaking core, my finger slipping beneath my

eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through me

hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan

the image of Alpha Ramsey

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

quiet as soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily

much I tried, it

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

puckered nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on

snapped open and I froze, mortified, my heart

eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers down my

anger, desire and something

hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the

are you doing here?”

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

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

as if he was trying to devour

tangling in his hair as he pressed