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 with further instructions,”

to the garden behind your room if you

of

shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and

during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter

your stay,” he gave me a terse bow and left before I could

back, wondering why I was

had expected to be thrown into the dungeon

Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me

trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was

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

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

no time, I

focus on the gentle breeze and the

of the moon I had

settle onto a

muttered,

my thighs seemed to be

with need and every brush of the

fingers trailed to the hem of

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embarrassed at what I was about to do but

let my hand touch my soaking core, my

against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat

hitched in my throat and

to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from last

and down my, wet slit… feeling more desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his

quiet as soft moans escaped my lips,

no matter how much I tried,

craved more… after today… it’ll be over

them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge,

snapped open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

amber eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers

anger, desire and something darker

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

doing here?”

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

me, pulling me

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

into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his