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 instructions,”

room

not allowed access to any other part of the pack

come shortly by 10 am,

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

terse bow and left before I could ask

back, wondering why

to be thrown into the dungeon or

was I put in a room? Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by

could think of and it was

escape the

vast, beautifully maintained garden with a maze of

time, I felt

focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was

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

onto a garden bench, my breathing

grip!” I muttered, trying to steady

thighs seemed

every brush of the wind against my

trailed to the hem of

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my lips, I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about

I let my hand touch my soaking core, my finger

my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through

throat and a low, satisfactory

focus the image of Alpha Ramsey from last

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

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

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

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

other hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge,

I froze, mortified, my

stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened with

of anger, desire and something darker that made my

and flustered as I tried to gather myself but

are you doing here?” I stuttered

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long strides, he was in front of

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

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

him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring