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

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

other part of the pack house until I tell you

10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by 7

do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space mapped

gave me a terse bow and

retreating back, wondering

had expected to be thrown

a room? Was 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

and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into

in a vast, beautifully maintained garden with

I felt my

focus on the gentle breeze and

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

a

muttered, trying to

thighs seemed to be

body pulsed with need and every brush of

the hem of my dress, hesitantly inching

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feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about to do but the need

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

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

and a low, satisfactory

my legs, bringing to focus the image of Alpha Ramsey

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

escaped my lips,

much I tried, it wasn’t enough

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, a rustle of movement caught my

open and I froze, mortified, my heart skipping a

his amber eyes darkened with an intensity

desire and

yanking my hand away feeling embarrassed and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the look in his eyes told me it

you doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

shouldn’t be here,” he retorted and in a few long

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

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

pressed my back against a tree, his mouth devouring mine with