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.

this room until I come with further

stroll out to the garden behind your room if you so

part of the pack house

will come shortly by 10 am,

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

a terse bow and left

back, wondering why

thrown

to punish me by showing

all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it

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

found myself in a vast, beautifully maintained garden with a maze of neatly trimmed hedges, vibrant flowers

I felt my anxiety

to focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but

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

settle onto a garden bench, my

grip!” I muttered,

seemed to

of the wind against my skin felt like

to the hem of my dress,

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feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about

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

my back against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat

hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan

to focus the image of Alpha

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

quiet as soft moans escaped my

wasn’t enough, though… no matter how much I tried, it wasn’t enough to quench the burning need I

it’ll be over and I’ll have

on the pool below but just as I

froze, mortified, my heart skipping

eyes darkened with an

mixture of anger, desire and something darker that made

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

are you doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling me close with a force that made

heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to

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