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 allowed access to any other part of the pack house

shortly by 10

will be sent to you during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter

your stay,” he gave me a terse bow and

his retreating back, wondering why I was

had expected to be thrown

attempt to punish me

paced my room, trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I

escape the suffocating atmosphere,

vast, beautifully maintained garden with a maze of

I felt

the gentle breeze and

of the moon I had seen

settle onto a garden bench, my breathing

I muttered,

ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with

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

hem of my

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and embarrassed at what I was about to do

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

garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through me at my

throat and a low, satisfactory

focus the image

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

escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily

matter how much I tried, it wasn’t

more… after today… it’ll be over

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

snapped open and I froze, mortified, my heart

his amber eyes darkened with an

mixture of anger, desire and something darker that made my

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

doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

he retorted and

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

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

hair as he pressed my back