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.

until I come with

room if you so wish but not more

part of the pack house until I tell

10 am,

sent to you during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the

your stay,” he gave me a terse bow and

stood watching his retreating back, wondering why I was

to be thrown into the dungeon

punish me by showing me life

room, trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think

and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out

garden with a maze of neatly trimmed

I felt my anxiety

and the

spiking… from the fullness of the moon I had seen last

settle onto a

I muttered,

seemed to

of the wind against my skin

to the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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what I was about to do but

my soaking core, my finger

the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat

hitched in my throat and

my legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from last

more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips on mine and I bucked, groaning as a wave

as soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily to the rhythm

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

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

while my other hand concentrated on the pool below but

eyes snapped open and I froze, mortified,

eyes darkened with an

of anger, desire and something darker that made

– Alpha Ramsey,” I croaked, yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told me it was too

you doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

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

into mine in a heated, desperate kiss as if he was trying to devour every

in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his