Mated To Alpha Kessler

KESSLER

After my last encounter with Lyra, I decided to steer clear of her for two weeks, not wanting to find myself in another compromising situation.

My wolf, Dolph, yearns for her, and at times, he urges me to go to her room and check on her. As I approach her door, I sense her soft breathing, indicating that she is sound asleep.

I hesitate at her door, torn between my wolf’s desire and my efforts to maintain distance. The conflicting emotions make every step closer feel like a battle.

Gently pushing the door open, I see her peacefully sleeping.

Her beauty captivates me-her hourglass figure, dark flowing hair, perfect cheekbones, and pointed nose create an enchanting allure. Every detail of her appearance holds a magnetic pull, and I find myself drawn to the effortless charm that radiates from her.

Lyra is a mystery I feel compelled to unravel. I’ve instructed Zach, my beta, to delve into her past; she carries the air of someone who has faced numerous challenges.

There are moments when I ponder letting my guard down, wanting to connect with her and understand her. However, my stubborn pride and reluctance to admit my feelings hold me back. This internal struggle is a stark reminder of why I vowed not to yearn for a mate again.

Enemies exploit the mate bond as leverage and perceive it as a weakness for an Alpha. It’s crucial to keep the fact that she is my mate a secret.

Feeling her intense emotions can be bothersome at times, almost like a pain, and that’s the consequence of marking her. Whenever it occurs, I can’t help but let out a groan of frustration.

I stood by the window in my office, observing Lyra by the pool. She sat there, dipping her legs into the water and staring into the distance.

Though I sensed Zach’s presence behind me, I chose not to turn.

“You know, you can just claim her as your mate instead of staring at her from a distance.”

I clenched my jaw, my gaze fixed on Lyra. “I have my reasons, Zach. It’s not that simple.”

Zach sighed, “But you can’t deny the mate bond. It’s getting stronger, and she’s already marked. Everyone in the pack can sense it.”

I turned to face him, frustration evident in my expression. “I’m well aware, Zach. Just give it time.”

“What have you found out about her?” I asked him.

“She escaped from Croftwood Park. Jack, her uncle, sold her to Tristan for his gain,” Zach replied, his voice filled with disdain for Tristan. They have an unfriendly history.

“The same Tristan?” I asked.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Zach hesitated for a moment, then continued, “There’s a rumor that her uncle, Jack, has some dark plans for her.”

“I’m well aware of that. Get more intel on him,” I said.

“Alpha Baynes of Crescent Pack will be here soon to discuss the treaty, and I’m sure Annie will want to tag along since she has been chosen as your mate.”

I nodded in agreement.

Then his voice brought me out of my thoughts. “When are you going to tell the council that you’ve found your mate?”

Not looking at him, I replied, “Soon.”

Then my eyes caught sight of Xavier, my cousin, coming closer to Lyra, her face lifted with a genuine smile that made my wolf purr, but he curled back when he realized the smile wasn’t meant for us.

I felt like murdering someone. He sat beside her and placed his leg in the water as they talked.

I watched their interaction for a while, and I saw Xavier helping her put her hair away from her face. Dolph was growling in my head, threatening to burst loose. She feels so relaxed around him.

I couldn’t stand the sight of them together, the casual way Xavier made her laugh, and the warmth in his eyes as he looked at her. It was infuriating.

As they continued talking, my fists clenched involuntarily. The urge to pull her away from him and claim her as mine became overwhelming.

I mindlinked Julie, her maid, to call Lyra to my office, and in a swift second, Julie was by her side to deliver the message.

But she said, “Tell your alpha to fucking fuck himself,” as she made her way to her room, pushing past Julie.

I could see fear in Julie’s eyes. Seeing the interaction, I walked to her room.

LYRA’S POV

The door creaked open. I swear I could feel him-this stupid mate bond. As the mark on my neck began to burn, I stayed still on my bed, trying to calm my fast-beating heart, waiting for what he wanted to do next.

I snapped open my eyes and saw him with a smirk. I looked at him with a questioning look and asked defiantly, “What?”

“You seem to be having a nice time with Xavier.”

I guess Julie didn’t relay the message when I say go fucking fuck yourself.

He moved closer to me, his dark eyes twinkling. “I know you are craving to have my cock right inside your pussy.”

I felt my core wet in that instance, imagining how it would feel having him inside me as he pounded me hard.

The thought of it made me so weak that I couldn’t come up with any reply, but I weakly muttered, “Go away, please.”

I hadn’t gotten over the effect he had on me the last time, and now he wants to put me through another torture.

I clenched my fists, trying to ignore his words. “Just leave, Kessler. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “But deep down, you know you want me.”

I pushed him away, frustration and desire warring within me. “Get out!”

“You say what?” He had a look like he was imagining undressing me.

He stepped back and asked, “Why have you been avoiding me? You’ve not been coming to the hall for your food.”

I sneered, “It’s because I can’t stand you.”

He gave a cocky grin and wet his lips. My eyes darted to his lips, imagining his lips on mine fiercely kissing me. This mate bond is making me do things I shouldn’t do. I ought to be hating him, not craving his touch.

His gaze fell to my lips, warmth spread through my abdomen, and I hurriedly looked away.

He took a step closer, his scent engulfing me, making Sasha purr in pleasure. “Lyra,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I resisted the urge to look into his eyes, to get lost in their intensity. “What do you want, Kessler?” I asked, attempting to maintain my composure.

“Get dressed; there is someone I’d like you to meet in twenty minutes, and I want you there.” He moved closer to me, wanting to caress my cheek, but he held himself back, holding his hand back in a fist, and stormed out of my room.

Who does he want me to meet? The thought made me shiver in fear. I don’t want to be around anyone, especially unfamiliar faces because of the letter I found in my room.