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 further

can stroll out to the garden behind your room

of the pack house until I

come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner

be sent to you during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do

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

stood watching his retreating back,

to be thrown into

put in a room? Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life could be good

play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I didn’t come with my phone

anymore, and needing to escape the

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

time, I felt my anxiety

on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but

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

a

I muttered, trying to

thighs seemed

every brush of the wind against my skin felt like a

fingers trailed to the hem

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what I was about to

my hand touch my soaking core, my

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

breath hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan

focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from last

I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and

rubbed at myself, trying to be quiet as soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily to the rhythm

enough, though… no matter how much I tried,

demanded more, craved more… after today… it’ll be

nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a rustle of movement caught

open and I froze, mortified, my

watching me, his amber eyes darkened with an intensity that sent shivers down my

was a mixture of anger, desire and

embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told me

are you doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in

hands were on me, pulling me close with a force

if he was trying to devour every ounce

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