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.

this room until I come with further

can stroll out to the garden behind your room if you

not allowed access to any other part of the

10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by 7

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

terse bow and left

back, wondering why I was

had expected to be thrown into the

was I put in a room? Was this the Lycan Leader’s attempt to punish me by showing me life could be good before I’m

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

to bear the tension anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered

myself in a vast, beautifully maintained garden with a

time, I felt

tried to focus on the gentle breeze and

from the fullness of the moon I had seen last night, I knew today would be my

settle onto a garden

I muttered, trying to steady

thighs seemed to be growing with

of the

the hem of my

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

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

fluttering

throat and a low, satisfactory moan escaped

focus the image

desperate, more frantic… I imagined Ramsey’s breath on my face, his lips

as soft moans escaped my lips, my hips moving involuntarily

no matter how much I tried, it

today… it’ll be over and I’ll

hand concentrated on the pool below but just as I was on the edge, a rustle of movement

froze,

Ramsey stood there, watching me, his amber eyes darkened with an intensity

mixture of anger, desire and something

and flustered as I tried to gather myself but the

you doing

“You shouldn’t be here.

”

be here,” he

another word, Ramsey’s hands were on me, pulling me close

kiss as if

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