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,”

stroll out to the garden behind your room if you so wish but not more

access to any other part of the

timely here: Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner

do not loiter around the pack house and stick

stay,” he gave me a terse bow and left

his retreating back, wondering why I

be thrown into the dungeon

punish me by showing me life could be good before I’m

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

to escape the suffocating

beautifully maintained garden with a

time, I felt

to focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was no

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

a garden bench,

a grip!” I muttered,

between my thighs seemed to be growing with

need and every brush of the wind

fingers trailed to the hem of my dress,

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embarrassed at what I was

touch my soaking core, my finger slipping beneath my

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

breath hitched in my throat and

bringing to focus the image of Alpha

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

escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily

wasn’t enough, though… no matter how much I tried, it wasn’t enough

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

hand moved to my puckered nips, stretching and playing with them while my other hand concentrated on the pool below

I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

amber eyes darkened with an

anger, desire and something

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

doing here?”

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

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

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

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

instinctively, melting into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree,