Mated To Alpha Kessler

Lyra’s POV

My eyes felt heavy, and my body was in pain as if I had been run down by a moving train.

I struggled to break free of whatever was holding me still, yet I felt weak and unable to move. I tried to force my eyes open, but they wouldn’t budge.

With every ounce of strength I could muster, I forced my eyes open. It started gradually, then with more attempts, I managed to pry them open, and the ray of light caught my sight.

I tried to shield my eyes, but I noticed my hand was attached to a drip, and I realized I was in a hospital. Panic and confusion surged through me as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings.

As the reality of my situation sank in, a wave of fear washed over me. Questions raced through my mind: What had happened? How did I end up here? Where was everyone?

I strained to remember, but my thoughts were foggy, like trying to grasp at wisps of smoke. My heart pounded in my chest in anxiety. I needed answers.

Looking around, I realized that I was in an infirmary. I slumped back onto the bed as I remembered everything that had happened: how I went for a run, surrounded by wolves, and thrown into the dungeon.

Pains shot through me again as I thought of the emotional torture I had endured. Kessler didn’t come for me. The realization hit me like a heavy blow.

How could he abandon me in my time of need? Anguish welled up inside me, mingling with the physical discomfort pressing down on my chest.

Pushing aside the blankets, I slowly swung my legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as pain shot through my body once more.

“He was busy with his whore,” Sasha’s voice taunted in my head. Then, I remembered how I felt his emotions while he was pounding Annie. It didn’t happen just once; it happened almost every day I was in the dungeons.

I mean nothing to him. How can he just move on with Annie without having regard for the mate bond?

What will Tristan do to me now that he brought me out of the dungeon? Will he kill me? The thoughts made my heart race, or would he devise something even more sinister to punish me for my escape?

Amid my thoughts, I heard the voice. It felt so familiar. My heart raced in my chest as I processed the feeling, unsure if it was real or if I was dreaming.

I pinched myself to be sure it wasn’t an illusion. She smiled warmly at me. I longed to be enveloped in her warm embrace, but I held myself still, overwhelmed by the numerous thoughts racing through my mind.

“I didn’t want to create an impression of being happy to see her, so instead I asked a question: Where am I?”

“You are safe, my dear,” she said, touching my skin. I wanted to lean into her touch again, but I withdrew my hand immediately as I looked at her warily.

I saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with an emotion I couldn’t discern.

“At this point, I don’t give a fucking fuck. Which mother will leave her child to suffer in the hands of a cold-hearted Jack and do nothing to save her?”

“What happened? Why are you here?”

I could remember how happy she looked, staring into Jack’s eyes as she kissed him at the park. They were lovers, with no doubt, but how and when?

The intensity of my emotions surged, and a turbulent mix of anger, hurt, and confusion roiled within me. The weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the memories of happier times.

As I awaited her response, my heart pounded in my chest, as I dreaded her answers, no matter how painful they might be.

“I know what’s on your mind,” she said quietly as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear our conversation.

Curiosity gnawed at me, so I asked, “You know?”

“Yes, about me and Jack,” she continued in a whisper. Gosh, what’s happening?

“Lyra, I know I haven’t been the best mother to you, but I don’t have an option.” Her words hung heavy in the air, laden with regret.

“Your uncle held me against my wish. I don’t want to be with him, but if I leave him, he will kill you, so I don’t have any other option than to stay with him,” she confessed, her voice trembling with fear and desperation.

I looked into her eyes with a glimmer of hope, praying to find any shred of truth in her gaze. But she masked her emotions, her face was a facade of stoicism.

“God damn you, woman,” I muttered, the words dripping with bitterness and frustration. Why should I believe her now, after all the lies and deceit?Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I know what I saw in her eyes when she looked at Jack at the park. It was like she was smitten, head over heels in love with Jack.”

“How long have you been with him?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. She gulped nervously, her hands trembling as she wrestled with her response.

“Since I was announced dead,” she admitted,

Everything I thought I knew about her, about us, crumbled in an instant, leaving me adrift in a sea of betrayal and disbelief.

“Please, you have to do the bidding of your uncle by bearing pups for the Alpha king. That is the only way he can let me go,” she said, her words rushed as she stood up in a hurry.

“Is that why you’re here? To remind me of my assignment with Kessler?” I asked, my voice tinged with anger.

“No, no, no, Lee,” she said, calling my pet’s name in an attempt to pacify me.

As I watched her, my heart ached with empathy for all she must have endured at the hands of my uncle. Despite the hardships she had faced, she remained a beacon of resilience and grace.

She is always looking radiant as ever; everything fits her perfectly. Sometimes, I wish I had the same charm as her. Everything about her is breathtakingly beautiful.

“What is it, Sasha?” I asked through the mind link.

“Hmm, nothing, just exercising my eyes,” came her reply, but I could sense the tension beneath her nonchalant words.

“God damn you, Sasha,” I muttered under my breath, frustration bubbling to the surface.

But another thought crossed my mind, “What is she doing here? How come she knows I was in the Croftwood pack?”

“She will always tag along with your uncle, dummy,” Sasha snapped, her anger palpable even through the mind link.

“I’ll have to leave. I had to sneak to see you,” she said in haste, kissing my forehead before whispering, “Please, for our sake, I want to be reunited with my baby girl again,” then she stood up ready to leave.

I watched her die conflicted with emotions swirling within me. Part of me wanted to believe her, to trust in the sincerity of her words, but Sasha’s suspicious reaction cast doubt on everything.

“Wait,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, needing to ask just one question before she left.

“You were dead, and how come you are alive,” I asked her, waiting for her response.

She took a sharp breath, her expression somber as she met my gaze. “It’s high time you know about this,” she said, with a serious tone.

“What?”

“That I have the power of immortality,” she confessed, and casually walked out.