Mated To Alpha Kessler

Lyra’s POV

I knew something was wrong. I know he is cruel. I can’t believe I lashed out at him like that and got away with it.

He suspects I’m hiding things. I was discreet about it, and Alpha Kessler finding out is still a mystery to me.

All through my shopping spree, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. My thoughts kept going back and forth regarding my conversation with him.

As I browse through the aisles, picking out baby items, my mind is consumed with worry. I try to focus on the task at hand, but I can’t shake the feeling of dread.

What will Kessler do now that he knows about my secret communication with Jack? The thought makes it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

I push the thoughts to the back of my mind, forcing myself to focus on the baby items in front of me. But deep down, I know that my encounter with Kessler has changed everything, and I’m not sure how to proceed.

Cara notices my uneasiness and asks, “Lyra, are you alright? You haven’t been yourself. Is everything fine between you and Alpha?”

I give a reluctant smile, trying to mask my turmoil. “Yes, I’m fine,” I assure her, “probably just tired. My leg feels sore, and I get tired easily these days.” It’s not entirely untrue.

“Ah, I see, I’m so sorry about that. It’s because the due date is near. Can’t wait to meet my godson!” She exclaims with enthusiasm, her excitement contagious.

Cara’s enthusiasm shortly lifts my spirits, and I manage a genuine smile in return. “Yes, it won’t be long now,” I reply, trying to sound upbeat.

I notice Zach giving me a strange look, which catches me off guard. Normally, I would have asked him what was wrong, but today I decided to let it be.

Alpha Kessler and Zach are birds of a feather; they don’t keep things from each other. I feel that Zach might be aware of the interaction I had with Kessler today, adding to my unease.

I force a small smile, hoping to dispel any suspicions he may have. But deep down, I know that Alpha Kessler and Zach are likely sharing everything they know.

My emotions are all over the place. At one point, I felt really tired, panting for breath, and then the voice kept ringing in my head: “Don’t trust anyone. You need to act fast.”

Clutching my head in distress, I search for a place to sit, overwhelmed by the onslaught of conflicting thoughts. “I think I’m going to get sick,” I admit to Cara, my voice trembling with unease. “Can we go back to the pack?”

Cara’s eyes widen with concern as she notices my distress. “Of course, let’s get you back to the pack.”

I focus on steadying my breathing, trying to calm the emotions raging in me. The voice in my head continues to echo, its warnings ringing louder with each passing moment.

The reason for my outing feels forfeited. I wonder when I’ll ever get to shop for baby things.

Zach looks at me with concern, guiding me to the car as my head continues to pound. While in the car, I was informed that Kessler would like to see me in his office.

Nervous as hell, I enter Kessler’s office, desperately hoping to avoid a repeat of the day’s earlier confrontation. All I want is peace from any hostility between us.

Peeking at him, I notice the anger beneath the surface. I know that any misstep on my part could have dire consequences.

Avoiding his gaze, I look everywhere except at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I wonder what he has in store for me.

I know he asked me earlier what I was hiding, and it would be best if I told him. But I can’t bring myself to say anything; I know it won’t go well.

He doesn’t even inquire about my well-being or anything else. He doesn’t ask how my shopping went. This silence speaks volumes about the depth of his anger.

I struggle to find the right words to break the silence. Kessler’s demeanor is rigid, I can sense his disappointment,

Unable to bear the silence any longer, I finally muster the courage to speak, though my voice quivers slightly. “Alpha Kessler, you wanted to see me?”

Without much ado, Kessler turns the computer to face me. My heart sinks as I slowly go through the call log and messages between Jack and me.

Shock courses through me as I realize I’ve been caught red-handed. How do I deny this? The evidence is right in front of me, undeniable.

I know that betraying the pack is a grievous offense, one that won’t be taken lightly. My actions settle heavily on me as I struggle to come to terms with the consequences of my betrayal.

I feel sweat breaking out all over my body, my palms clammy, with the urge to flee. The evidence before me is damning, leaving me paralyzed with fear.

As Kessler’s voice booms in the room, demanding an explanation, I’m torn. Should I deny it, or simply keep silent?Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I… I…” I stutter, my voice barely above a whisper, unable to find the words to defend myself.

“Fucking answer the damn question!” Kessler’s voice booms, his anger palpable in the air. “I know you were hiding things. I was patiently waiting for you to tell me, but it appears I don’t know who you are again.”

In a split second, Kessler is right in front of me, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. I can see the fury burning in his eyes, his hand poised as if to strike, but he refrains, hanging it in the air.

Zach steps closer, attempting to pacify Kessler, possibly out of concern that he might unleash his anger on me.

“How could you, Lyra?” Kessler’s voice cracks with emotion, his words heavy with betrayal. “And you know that I trusted you.”

He looks at me with a soft expression, his vulnerability piercing through the mask of anger. “Lyra, please, for the sake of the mate bond we once shared, tell me what happened.”

Weakness floods through me, my knees trembling as I see him vulnerable before me. I know it’s time for me to come clean and reveal all that transpired during my time with Jack. It’s the least I can do to begin to make amends for the pain I’ve caused.

“Talk to me, Lyra,” Kessler begs, his voice filled with desperation. “I know you hate me, I know I haven’t been the best, but please, let me help you, even if this is the last time I will.”

I nod my head in acknowledgment, feeling the weight of his words. I feel soreness in my leg from standing, prompting me to move and take a seat.

Zach hurries to sit beside me, his expression filled with concern.

Alpha Kessler is seated in his chair, his gaze penetrating, as if he’s accessing my soul. I feel small under his watchful eyes.

Summoning all my courage, I open my mouth and recount everything that happened at the abandoned warehouse.

I describe how I endured lash upon lash, the terror inflicted upon me. I reveal Annie’s words, how she claimed that Kessler denied her pregnancy and would do the same for me.

My uncle plays the audio of Alpha Kessler’s voice, and I watch as regret flickers in his eyes at my revelation.

I continue, recounting how I was injected with something, however ever since, I’ve been haunted by voices in my head, warning me not to let my guard down, not to succumb to Kessler’s alleged manipulations.

Alpha Kessler rushes to me, enveloping me in a tight hug, holding me in place. “I am sorry I didn’t come in time to rescue you,” he whispers, his voice filled with remorse. “It’s all my fault that you went through this,” he adds, blaming himself for what I endured.

I go stiff, unsure of how to process the emotions swirling inside me in this unexpected moment with Alpha Kessler. Tears prick my eyes as I feel the weight of his guilt and his comforting embrace.

Relief floods me like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. No longer will I need to constantly watch my back, wondering if someone is listening in whenever my phone rings.

I will no longer be a source of constant fear. Finally, there is hope for a solution to this torment.

“What are we going to do now? Zach asks, breaking the tense silence.

“It’s very simple,” Alpha said

“What about the voice in her head, Alpha?” Zach asks

“The pack doctor should be able to find an antidote,” Alpha Kessler responds with confidence.

My phone starts ringing again, and panic sets in, it’s Jack calling. Alpha Kessler gives me a reassuring nod, silently encouraging me to answer the call. With trembling hands, I put the phone on speaker as Jack’s voice fills the room.