Mated To Alpha Kessler

Kessler’s POV

I rolled my eyes upon seeing that Annie was already getting acquainted with my parents. Hearing her voice again made Dolph whine in my head, urging me to get away.

I needed to respect my parents and stay, even for a bit longer. She tried hugging me, but I stylishly protested.

I could see hurt in her eyes, but I chose to ignore it.

My father walked in on us and said, “Look at these cute couples. I’m sure you two will make great and powerful pups.”

Annie purred, but I just stood static, not saying a word.

My father came closer and brushed my hair with his hand. I dodge my hair not wanting him to rumple it any further.

I groaned inwardly as my father tried to rub my hair, which I had taken time to style.

He can be so many things. Despite being feared by all the neighboring werewolves combined, he plays and jokes with me and my sister a lot, which I love about him.

“Come, son, don’t you miss your old man?” he said, stretching out his hand for me to embrace.

“This man,” I muttered under my breath, “I’m not a ten-year-old boy that you always ask for a hug,” I said, laughing. Despite my protest, I still went ahead and hugged him.

After the embrace, my father gave me a knowing look, as if sensing the turmoil within me. “You’re growing into a fine Alpha, Kessler,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

“That’s my boy,” he chuckled, patting my back as I rolled my eyes.

“Where is Mum?” I asked, looking behind my dad.

“She’s inside making an important call,” my dad replied, pointing to the room he came out from.

My mum is the true definition of Margaret Thatcher. I trust my dad will support my situation. He is a sucker for love and mates. My father’s real mate is a story for another day, but my mum, I trust, will go ballistic upon hearing who my mate is.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I took my seat on the couch. Annie hurriedly came and sat beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. I had forgotten she was in the room.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I never took Annie for the clingy type, but ever since Lyra came into the picture, she had been excessively annoying, which pissed me off. I looked at her, not wanting to be mean, and asked, “Are you okay?”

With delight, she nodded her head. However, something seemed off about her, and I couldn’t quite place it. She was avoiding looking into my eyes, but I shrugged it off, attributing it to the tension in the room.

“So, what’s bringing you here, Dad?” I asked, trying to break through the tension in the room.

As my mum walked in, I stood up immediately and hugged her. She held onto me tightly, as though I were still a little boy.

“What is it with my parents today?” I asked coyly. “Don’t give me that look,” my mum patted me playfully on the shoulder.

“I’m so happy to see you, Mum,” I greeted her warmly.

“Same here, my boy,” she said warmly.

“What brings you both here?” I asked again, trying to steer the conversation.

“We are worried about you, son,” my mum replied, her concern evident in her voice. “And how is the pack running?”

“Our pack is running fine, as you can see. We have grown in population and size, and we are flourishing in all our business endeavors,” I said proudly.

“Good, son. I can see that for myself,” my dad said approvingly.

My mum looked to my dad, and he signaled with a nod for her to continue. “So, back to the main reason we are here,” my mum said, addressing me.

I looked between my mum and dad. “Don’t you think Annie should excuse us while we talk?” I gestured to Annie.

“It’s fine, son. She’s the reason we came,” my dad reassured me.

“Oh really?” I feigned ignorance, masking my surprise at their statement.

“Son, what’s happened?” My mum’s voice was filled with concern. “The invitation for your mating ceremony has been sent, and all the news and magazines have been talking nonstop about your wedding. They know it’s going to be the wedding of the century. Why the sudden postponement?” She asked, her expression questioning.

“Mum, Dad, for now, it is still on hold,” I replied, meeting their gaze with determination. “I have so many things I need to sort out before the mating ceremony, and when the time’s right, I’ll let you know.”

“When will the time be right, Alpha?” Annie asked me, her voice breaking the tense silence. I shot her a death glare, willing her to shut the fuck up.

Instantly, she got the gist and fell silent. She dared not question my authority. But only one annoying little petite could push my limits and annoy me so damn much. The thought of her made my cock twitch. “God damn it,” I muttered silently, feeling frustrated. Dolph purred in my head as I rolled my eyes.

“Son, are you here at all?” My mum’s voice brought me back to the present, and I refocused on the conversation at hand.

“That seems to bring me out of my thoughts. Lyra will be the death of me,” I thought to myself, feeling a pang of frustration.

“Yes, Mum, I’m listening,” I replied, refocusing on the conversation.

“You know you are testing my patience,” my mum said sternly. “Don’t you know the council is waiting, and I don’t want them to see your lack of taking a chosen mate as an excuse for your incompetence?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Even a blind person can see that I’ve been nothing but a great leader,” I retorted confidently. “We have flourished and are doing greatly well in all sectors of our economy. And what has that got to do with me mating with Annie?”

“The pack needs a Luna, someone that will complement your inner Lycan and make you more powerful,” my mum said solemnly.

“Just like the way C…” Mum I protested, my voice boomed in the room, cutting off the mention of her name.

My mum wiped the tears off her face, and my heart warmed up to her. But I wouldn’t want her to see how much her mention affected me.

“Cocky much,” Dolph purred in my head, echoing my sentiments about Lyra.

“What’s his obsession with Lyra?” I thought to myself, feeling irritated by Dolph’s constant fixation on her. But I replied to my mum, “Once I’m done with what I’m doing, I’ll let you know.”

“I’m patiently waiting, son, but I give you two weeks to do that or else, you know what’s at stake,” she said, her tone firm as she gestured with her hand.

“I knew what she was capable of.” I thought to myself, feeling the pressure building. “I need just two weeks to sort my feelings and get back to my parents.” With a nod of acknowledgment, I resolved to make good use of the time given to me