Mated To Alpha Kessler

Lyra’s POV

The news about Annie’s pregnancy spreads like wildfire, igniting tension both here and there in the pack.

Annie’s dad has severe ties with Kessler. I know it has to do with Annie’s pregnancy, but the thought of it breaks my heart.

If he finally agrees to it because as it is, many things are at stake, and I won’t be able to live with myself if the smooth running of the pack turns sour because of my existence in the pack.

“I’d rather go far away where no one knows me and start life afresh. I can’t bear being in the same pack, knowing fully well that my mate is with someone else.”

Sasha murmurs, her voice tinged with longing and sadness. She slumps in defeat, pleading softly, “Can you please stop this, Lyra? You are bruising my emotions.”

“Sorry, Sasha,” I replied calmly, “I’m only stating the reality.”

“I haven’t seen Kessler since the day I went to his office to talk about my uncle. I hope he is working on something,” I muse as concern creeps into my thoughts.

“I was glad to know that Shawn had been accepted by the pack and had even joined the pack warriors. I noticed he was always tense, whenever he came to check on me.”

I still have the feeling that he hasn’t gotten over what we used to feel for each other. Despite his attempts to make it discreet, his emotions show.

Sasha, on the other hand, hasn’t been responsive. The news of Annie’s pregnancy hit her hard. I doubt she will recover, but I remain hopeful for her.

One day, Shawn saw me. He looked at me with a sympathetic gaze.

“I don’t want that look,” I say firmly, making my stance clear. “I have to correct that impression.”

He wears a somber expression and murmurs, “I’m sorry, Lyra. I can’t stop imagining what you’ve been through. I wish I could help lift the burden off your shoulders.”

I manage a small smile, grateful that he hasn’t changed a bit.

“I wish your father were alive,” he continues softly. “I know things would have turned out better.”

The thought of it makes my heart tug. I don’t want to dwell on it, so I ask, “How has life been treating you?”

“Fair enough, I’m still here,” he answers nonchalantly. But then he adds, “But I’ve missed you, Lyra, so much more than I can ever imagine,” looking deep into my eyes.

It’s as if the feelings I have for him are trying to resurface again, but I can’t let it happen. I can’t risk his stay here, because I know Kessler will be watching him like a hawk.

“But to be frank,” I answer truthfully, “I have missed you. But this, whatever is pointing between him and me, can’t happen again.”

“I know, Lyra. I’ll never go against the Alpha King’s command.”

That piqued my interest. “Alpha King’s command?” I ask again, needing to be sure I heard correctly.

“Shit,” he mutters. “I’ll have to go,” he says abruptly as he stands up.

“Wait,” I pleaded, gripping his arm gently. “What’s going on? Why are you leaving so suddenly?”

He hesitates, torn between duty and emotion. “I can’t explain now, Lyra,” he says, his voice strained. “Just know that I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere,” I assert, standing up and meeting his gaze squarely. “Not until you tell me what you mean about the Alpha King’s command.”

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, avoiding my eyes as he contemplates whether to disclose the information or not.

But I give him a pleading look that he can’t refuse, and finally, a broad smile spreads across his face. I know he remembers how effective that pleading look can be in getting whatever I want from him.

I smiled too, lost in the depths of his eyes as we reminisced about our shared past.

I spoke softly, still looking into his eyes. “Please tell me what you mean.”

He hesitated for a moment before admitting, “The Alpha King promised to help me, but on one condition: I must stay away from you.”

I was shocked by the lengths Kessler would go to make my life miserable. I couldn’t fathom what he stood to gain by controlling my life as if he owned me.

Anger seeping through me, Shawn stepped closer, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. “I know what I feel about you,” he said earnestly, “but Kessler is your mate, and I will never contend with him.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words sank in. “Many times,” he continued, his voice softening with emotion, “I wished and prayed to the moon goddess, hoping that you would be my mate because of the strong attraction I have toward you.”

“Lyra, you light up my world,” Shawn whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. “I never stopped thinking about you, even during all those times your uncle took you away. But the moon goddess has her reasons for pairing you with Kessler.”

His words hit me like a tidal wave, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me. I suddenly break down in tears, feeling utterly torn.

I’m conflicted about Kessler; one minute, I feel hatred towards him for killing my father, and the next, I find myself craving his attention, longing for the connection.

“Kessler is confusing and messing with my head,” I confess, frustration evident in my voice. “One minute, he looks at me like I mean the world to him, and the next, he treats me like he hates my guts, saying mean words that cut deep.”

Tears blur my vision as I continue, “I’m tired of feeling this way. And just when I thought he would be different, he impregnated Annie, his chosen mate, after marking me.” This leaves me feeling utterly lost and alone.

As I sobbed uncontrollably, Shawn seemed conflicted about how to console me. He hesitated, clearly wary of drawing attention from potential onlookers.

Through my tears, I noticed him mind-linking someone, but before I could dwell on it, a sharp sensation jolted through my core.

It started with a prick, causing me to stiffen my leg in an attempt to cope with the pain. But it persisted, recurring every five seconds, each sharp pang leaving me gasping for breath. The intensity of the pain was alarming.

Shawn looks at me with lust in his eyes. I can’t understand what’s going on, but he shakes his head, refusing to act on his hormones.

His plump lips look so sumptuous that I begin to imagine how they will taste. I wonder if his minty fresh breath has changed.

I move closer to him, feeling the pull of instinct urging me to act. He was my first kiss, and the memory of it is still so vivid that I can’t help but wonder if it still feels as right as it did back then.

Fortunately, Julie interrupts us, and Shawn quickly tells her, “Take her to her room. She’s in heat.” With a nod, Julie acknowledges his words immediately.

He continues “Calls the Alpha King to inform him of the situation.”

The sharp pains intensify, and I lose all composure. This is happening because we haven’t completed the mating bond, and if he doesn’t, I may die.

I doubt if he wants to complete the mate bond with me. Will I be able to let him have his way with me?

The thought of death terrifies me to the core, and I cling tightly to Julie as she walks me to my room. I can’t shake the feeling of impending doom.

My whole core feels like it’s on fire, and unmated wolves are looking at me with lust in their eyes as if I’m the next available prey to be devoured.

Luckily, we’re in my room, and I rush to the bathroom, hastily stripping off my clothes. I open the shower, allowing the water to pour freely over me.

But even the cascading water can’t quench the intense fire burning within me. Suddenly, the door of the bathroom bursts open, startling me.

Realizing who he is, my eyes land on his lips, and I can’t help but imagine how it would feel if he sucked my clit. I wet my lips and whispered his name, “Kessler.”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.