Mated To Alpha Kessler

“What the fuck do you want?” I say calmly but with a tinge of anger. She does have the guts to come into my room after everything she has put me through.

First, she pushed me into the pool. I bet she doesn’t know I don’t know how to swim, but the lengths she could go to hurt me were out of it.

She steps closer to me, her words cutting through the air like a knife. “I know who you are, you pathetic excuse of a wolf, and I don’t know why he chose to bring you back.”

I try to stay calm, but Sasha is growling in my head. Despite my efforts, she chooses to continue.

“Those times you were away were the best times of my life,” she sneers, her voice dripping with venom. “I bet you know what I mean.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, igniting a rage within me. Memories of the pain and loneliness I endured flood my mind, but I refuse to let her see how much her words affect me.

“I’m his chosen mate, fit to stand with him as his Luna,” she continues, her voice dripping with scorn. “You are his mate but locked up away from people’s sight. Nobody knows you, and nobody sees you fit as a Luna.”

I take a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage within me. “I know you are threatened by my existence,” I reply, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “But news flash, he is my mate. His heart and everything that controls his existence is right here, standing in your face.”

A tense silence settles between us. I can see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a crack in the facade of confidence she tries so hard to maintain.

But instead of backing down, she squares her shoulders, determination flashing in her gaze. She replies, “And how come you haven’t completed the mating? I’m sure it’s because he is ashamed to be recognized by you.”

My jaw clenches at her words, but I refuse to let her see how deeply they cut. “Really?” I retort, my voice laced with icy contempt. “It seems to me like it’s the other way round. I know he can’t stand to be around you. Whatever made you feel my time away was the best time of his life was because you were his rebound. You were a pathetic slut, using his weakness for your gain. You prey on his vulnerability to have your way with him.”

She was taken aback, but she quickly recovered and smiled deviously. “That reminds me,” she says, her voice dripping with malice. “I’m sure you could feel it when Kessler and I were fucking. It feels so good, feeling his cock right in my tight pussy as he is pumping me.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sasha growls in my head again, but I try to take charge. I need her to know that her words don’t get to me, even though I’m hurting inside. “I could bet with my life,” I reply, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me, “that he was thinking about me while he was fucking you. You are nothing but a pathetic pest that cannot get your own man.”

As her smile falters, replaced by a flash of anger, she lunges at me, attempting to attack. In a surge of fury and instinct, I release my aura and lift her into the air, choking her as she hangs suspended, helpless. She lets out a scream, piercing the air like a banshee’s wail.

My eyes blaze with fury, my vision clouded by rage. Who does she think she is, barging into my room, attempting to snarl at me, taunting me with Kessler? In a fit of rage, I tighten my grip around her throat, snuffing the life out of her.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, sending sparks dancing around me. The touch was chilling, but it gradually calmed the storm raging within me. Without needing to turn, I knew who it was.

I hadn’t realized he had entered. I must have been consumed by fury already. He must have sensed my emotions through the mate bond. I knew he would be on edge since my return, not wanting to take any chances.

I slowly release her, and she drops down, holding onto her neck and coughing hard.

I could feel Kessler’s eyes on her, sending daggers. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he booms in anger, and she flinches.

I’m furious, but I try to calm myself. I look at him and tell him, “Fucking tell your plaything to stay the fuck away from me.”

Kessler quickly snaps his face, looking at me. I can see hurt in his eyes, realizing I addressed her as his plaything. But at this point, I don’t give a fuck.

I’ve been through a lot to let anyone break me again.

I turn to face Kessler squarely and continue, “Tell her to fucking keep my name completely out of her mouth. I swear to the moon goddess, if she gets any closer to me, I won’t hesitate to sink my claws into her heart and snap the life out of her.”

My words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of my determination. I meet Kessler’s gaze, daring him to challenge me, to defend her. But he remains silent, the conflict evident in his eyes.

No one will push me around, not anymore. And if she dares to cross me again, she’ll learn just how fierce I can be when pushed to her limits.

Kessler is taken aback by my reaction, and Annie is still on the floor, but she manages to get back on her feet, tears streaming down her face.

Kessler is torn about whether he should go and console Annie or stay with me. I’m tired and drained of emotions, still not fully recovered from what I’ve been through at the hands of Tristan. However, I don’t want him near me, so I say to them both, “Can you please leave my room?”

But Annie starts crying and says, “How could you watch her do this to me and do nothing about it? Knowing fully well that I’m pregnant.”

Her words hit me like a blow to the chest, but I also know that I can’t let her manipulate the situation to her advantage.

As the room falls into a heavy silence, I focus intently, straining my ears for any sound. Then, amidst the quiet, I detect a faint but unmistakable rhythm-the sound of a tiny heartbeat.

My breath catches in my throat as tears well up in my eyes.