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

the garden behind your room if you so wish but not

part of the pack house

come shortly by 10

and remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space

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

watching his retreating back,

be thrown into the dungeon or something

the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish

the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I

the suffocating atmosphere, I

beautifully maintained garden with a maze of neatly trimmed hedges, vibrant flowers and

I felt my

and the sound of birds but it

heat was spiking… from the fullness of the moon I had seen

managed to settle onto a garden

a grip!” I muttered, trying to

seemed to be growing

brush of the wind against my

to the hem of my dress, hesitantly inching

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what I was about to do

my soaking core, my finger slipping

bench, my eyes fluttering shut as

throat and a low,

the

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

escaped my lips, my

enough, though… no matter how much I tried,

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

while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a rustle of movement caught my

eyes snapped open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

his amber eyes darkened with an intensity that sent

mixture of anger, desire and something darker that made my heart

feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told me it was too late -he’s

you doing here?” I

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

– my pack, it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a

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

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

responded instinctively, melting into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my