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

behind your room if you so wish but not

to any other part of the pack house until I

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

do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space mapped out

he gave me a terse bow

stood watching his retreating back, wondering why

to be thrown

to punish me by showing me life could

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

and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out

vast, beautifully maintained garden with a maze of neatly trimmed

no time, I felt my

on the gentle breeze and the

moon I had seen last night, I knew today would

a

grip!” I muttered, trying

my thighs seemed to be

need and every brush of the wind against

the hem of my dress, hesitantly inching

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feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about

my hand touch my soaking

garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat

throat and a low, satisfactory moan

bringing to focus the

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

myself, trying to be quiet as soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily

how much I tried, it wasn’t enough to quench the burning

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

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

eyes snapped open and I froze, mortified, my

his amber eyes darkened with an intensity

was a mixture of anger, desire and something darker that

Alpha Ramsey,” I croaked, yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself

doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long strides, he was in front of me, his amber

utter another word, Ramsey’s hands were on me,

heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to

hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his