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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.
“Stay in this room until I come with further instructions,” he continued. “You can stroll out to the garden behind your room if you so wish but not more than that. You’re not allowed access to any other part of the pack house until I tell you so. Meals are timely here: Breakfast will come shortly by 10 am, Lunch by 2 pm and Dinner by 7 pm. An Omega will be sent to you during bath hours, so please cooperate and remember, do not loiter around the pack house and stick to the space mapped out for you. Enjoy your stay,” he gave me a terse bow and left before I could ask questions.
I stood watching his retreating back, wondering why I was there. I had expected to be thrown into the dungeon or something worse. Why 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 shipped into the dungeon?
I paced my room, trying to play all the worst-case scenarios I could think of and it was worse since I didn’t come with my phone either. Unable to bear the tension anymore, and needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere, I wandered out into the garden behind my room. I found myself in a vast, beautifully maintained garden with a maze of neatly trimmed hedges, vibrant flowers and trees.
In no time, I felt my anxiety easing. I tried to focus on the gentle breeze and the sound of birds but it was no use. My heat was spiking… from the fullness of the moon I had seen last night, I knew today would be my peak. I managed to settle onto a garden bench, my breathing ragged.
“Get a grip!” I muttered, trying to steady myself. The ache between my thighs seemed to be growing with each second. My body pulsed with need and every brush of the wind against my skin felt like a taunt. My fingers trailed to the hem of my dress, hesitantly inching higher.
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Biting my lips, I hesitated feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I was about to do but the need was too strong. Trembling, I let my hand touch my soaking core, my finger slipping beneath my glistening folds.
I pressed my back against the garden bench, my eyes fluttering shut as heat surged through me at my first touch. My breath hitched in my throat and a low, satisfactory moan escaped me.
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