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

the garden behind your room if you

other part of the pack house until I tell you

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

do not loiter around the pack house

he gave me a terse bow

watching his retreating back, wondering why

had expected to be thrown into the

this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life

room, trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was

to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into the garden behind

found myself in a vast, beautifully maintained garden with a maze

I felt

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

from the fullness of the moon I had seen last night, I

managed to settle onto a garden bench,

grip!” I muttered, trying to steady

between my thighs seemed to be growing

need and every brush of the wind against my skin felt like a

fingers trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly

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I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about

hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping beneath my glistening

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

and a low,

my legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha

imagined Ramsey’s breath

rubbed at myself, trying to be quiet as soft moans escaped my lips, my

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

be

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

and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping

eyes darkened with

anger, desire and something darker that made my heart

hand away 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.

”

house – my garden – my pack, it is you who shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long strides, he was in front of me, his amber

on me, pulling me close with a force that made me

desperate kiss as if he was trying to devour every ounce of

in his hair as he pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring mine with a