Mated To Alpha Kessler

Our gaze locked, and I swallowed hard, tears streaming down, blurring my vision. His sword ascended, landing firmly on my chin, and my breath caught in my throat.

He tilted my head up, the blade digging into my flesh, blood flowing from the wound.

I questioned my decision to leave Moonpeak without a plan, and Sasha’s voice echoed, “You can’t stand your father’s killer.”

My uncle, a menacing figure, commands fear as an Alpha, he took over after my father’s death.

My father and uncle were once close, and I couldn’t comprehend why he changed abruptly after being brutally murdered by the Lycan king, Kessler. He had vowed vengeance, but it seemed my uncle wasn’t a match for the feared Lycan.

He circled me, a devious smirk playing on his face. “Is he your mate?”

With a shaky breath my heartbeat racing fast I answered “Yes, he is.” Uncertain of his intentions, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my uncle was up to no good.

His sinister laughter echoed, and a chill ran down my spine. “He’s up to no good, planning something to ruin my life, as he always does.”

“I have many things for you to do, but I won’t act on them because you’re my ticket to a new level I crave, just like with Alpha Tristan.”

My jaw clenched, concealing the hatred coursing through me as I held my hand in a fist behind me.

“He doesn’t desire a mate after losing his first,” he asked calmly, “so what does he want with you now?”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

My teeth clenched as I lied, “He wants me as his mistress since he already has a chosen mate. He plans to make me suffer as his second-chance mate. I doubt he’d even glance at me.” My wolf Sasha groaned in pain, hearing me speak those words about Kessler.

“Very good,” he muttered with a devious smirk, revealing his understanding of the situation.

I stood there, frozen, observing his reactions. In a whispered plea, I questioned, “What do you want from me?” as all my energy seemed to drain away. “Can’t you just let me be?” I said in my resignation

His eyes bore into mine, and a twisted satisfaction danced in his gaze. “You’re my leverage, my dear,” he replied coldly. “You’ll do as I say.”

His voice thundered, commanding, “Go back to him, do what he wants. Stay with him, seduce him, please him, do whatever you can, and bear his child in the next six months. You know what that entails.”

I was too stunned to speak. I stared at my uncle as if he had sprouted two heads, letting out a bitter laugh. I ceased when he locked eyes with a piercing gaze, his wolf threatening to take control.

“I know your desire. You want an heir to secure control once the child is born, to gain more power as you’ve always yearned for. I see his intentions without him uttering a word.”

Summoning the courage to rebel for once, I screamed, “I will not do it! I won’t betray him like that. I’d rather reject him than follow your orders.”

My uncle remained silent. His expression was emotionless, but his eyes held a knowing look.

His cold gaze lingered, and with a chilling calmness, he warned, “You’re playing a dangerous game, my dear. Choose your moves wisely.”

As he turned to leave, he swiftly stopped and looked at me. “Why don’t you meet your mother before going back to Kessler?”

My eyes widened, and my mouth hung open in disbelief. My throat felt dry as I managed to ask my mother in shock, “What do you mean?” I ask with the unexpected turn of events leaving me confused.

I peered into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception, but there wasn’t a trace of falsehood. The truth hit me like a freight train I had witnessed my mother’s death.

“I saw her dead, didn’t I?” I asked myself, trying to reassure myself that it was all a scheme for me to do his bidding. My voice quivered.

I looked up and saw my mum walking with all grace and poise. She is a beauty to behold. She was a great Luna. I got her banging body and her blue eyes. She is blonde while I took my dad’s dark hair.

My breath hitched in my throat. The shock I felt was an understatement. With a trembling voice above a whisper, I muttered, “Mother.”

Gathering my strength, I got off my knees, attempting to run to my mother so she could soothe me like she used to. As a child, I ran to my mother for comfort, but my uncle swiftly stopped me. The reunion I longed for seemed out of reach.

She died, and a monument was raised in her honor. The revelation left me torn between joy at finding her alive and the anger and betrayal from the deception I felt from within.

I gazed at my mother, longing to touch her and confirm she wasn’t a ghost. There were no emotions on her face, and my heart broke for her. Many questions ran through my mind about how she was still alive.

My uncle’s voice shattered my thoughts. “Go against me, and I will kill your mother.” His booming voice echoed, causing the entire woods to shake with the weight of his aura.

I couldn’t bear the thought of losing my mother again. Stumbling back, I resolved to do his bidding, shifting into my wolf form as I fled into the woods, compelled by the desperate need to comply with my uncle’s demands to protect her.

Racing through the woods, my wolf senses heightened by fear, I grappled with conflicting emotions. The echoes of my uncle’s threat reverberated in my mind.

With every pace on my paws, I raced until I reached the Moonpeak pack border, but a heart-wrenching voice boomed in anger, stopping me as he commanded, “Seize her now.” This added another layer of dread to what I was already facing.