Mated To Alpha Kessler

Kessler’s POV

As I make my way to the dungeon, anger courses through me at Jack. How dare he try to attack my pack!

Gratitude fills me for Lyra for not keeping the information to herself. It makes me feel like we’re fighting for the same cause-to bring Jack down.

Anger wells up inside me as I realize I’ve been too lenient with him.

Every step forward feels like a battle against the injustice that Jack has inflicted upon us.

Yet, amidst the anger, there’s a hint of resolution knowing that Lyra and I are in this together,

I sense Annie’s approaching footsteps, but I don’t bother looking back. Perhaps she’s taking her Luna duties seriously.

I hear a low growl emanating from the petite lady who has captivated my heart, despite the rejection. I can’t fathom how I’ll have to function around here, knowing fully well that I’ll see her every day.

Her presence is like a constant reminder of what could have been, stirring up conflicting emotions within me.

Every encounter with her is a struggle between longing and resignation, desire and self-preservation.

Yet, as much as her rejection stings, I find myself unable to resist the pull of her charm. There’s a magnetic force between us, drawing me in despite the pain it brings.

I can sense the storm brewing within her, and it pains me to see her in such distress.

I try to reach out to her, desperate to understand the reason for her anger. I long to soothe her and take away her pain, but she completely ignores me, as if I mean nothing to her.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Dolph whines in my head, “Dolph,” I murmur, feeling his presence in my mind, “I think we need to give her some space.”

Lyra passes through, and then I hear a growl emanating from her direction again. My heart sinks as I realize it’s directed at Annie.

Turning around, I demand, “What the fuck?”

Annie appears shaken, but Lyra doesn’t seem to care. She continues walking, indifferent to the tension she’s caused.

Annie rushes to me, and though part of me wants to push her away, I resist. Too many eyes are watching, and I can’t bear the thought of making her feel bad.

I pull her into my arms, feeling the tension melt away as she relaxes against me. With a gentle touch, I move her away, knowing I need to get to the dungeons.

Annie’s eyes meet mine briefly, I struggle to find the right words to diffuse the tension hanging heavy in the air. “Annie, are you alright?”

She nods slowly, but I can see the fear lingering in her eyes.

Then I see Jack, his appearance betraying weakness, and the dungeon reeks of wolfsbane.

He gives me a lazy look and says, “All hail the king, the king finally chose to grace me with his presence.”

Anger simmers within me, boiling to the surface. How dare he still have the audacity to speak to me after what he’s done?

I grit my teeth, struggling to contain the rage threatening to consume me. Every fiber of my being screams for retribution, for justice to be served swiftly and mercilessly.

But I know that succumbing to my anger won’t bring resolution. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand.

“I feel more than anything now to rip your neck off your head,” I say to him, my voice trembling with suppressed fury, “but I will refrain from doing that. I won’t take matters into my own hands.”

“Oh, such a jolly good fellow,” Jack retorts with a smirk, “you have nothing to prove that I attacked your pack. I might as well come to grace your mating occasion.”

His words cut through me like a knife, mocking and dismissive. I struggle to maintain my composure, resisting the urge to lash out at him.

But I give a humorless laugh. “I didn’t take you for being such a psychopath, but guess what? You are, so dumb.”

“And for your information,” I continue, my voice steely, “people are willing to step up and testify against you. So help me, Moon Goddess, when you are found guilty by the council…”

I pause, the weight of my words sinking in. “It will be an honor to rip the life out of you.” Anger pulses through me, driving my resolve to see justice served.

“I can see your new conquest,” he says, tilting his head towards Annie. “My niece didn’t warm your bed enough, right?”

His words send shivers down my spine, my mind flashing back to the wild night I spent with Lyra.

Jack continues, “She did better than my niece. Is that the reason you chose her over my niece?”

The accusation in his tone cuts deep, stirring up a whirlwind of guilt and conflict within me.

My jaw clenches as I struggle to find the right words to respond. Jack’s insinuations dig beneath my skin, stirring a tumultuous mix of emotions.

“Annie,” I say urgently, my mind linking with hers, “get the fuck out of here.”

Without hesitation, she obeys, and I feel a pang of guilt for involving her in this tense situation. Nevertheless, I’m relieved to see her leave without protest.

“Kessler, let’s leave here,” Zach says as he returns. “The guards know what to do, so he won’t provoke you with words.”

I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as we both walk out.

We soon find our way to my office, the sounds of celebration still echoing in the air. However, I’m not in the mood for any festivities.

Changing into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I try to calm the storm of thoughts raging within me.

But the gravity of the situation weighs heavily on my mind, leaving me feeling restless and unsettled.

“Annie is now Luna, against my better judgment,” I confide, feeling a heavy weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. “I don’t know what will become of Lyra now. But one thing is certain: Jack has to be brought to book.”

“Now that Annie is Luna, what’s next with Lyra?” Zach inquires, his expression reflecting concern.

I exhale heavily, grappling with conflicting emotions. “Zach, I’ve thought about that,” I replied, my voice tinged with resignation. “I don’t know how to feel.

She rejected me, Zach, and I can’t just help but fulfill her wish.” The ache of rejection still lingers, coupled with the burden of leadership as an Alpha.

I’m conflicted about what to do, so I head to my wine cellar and pour myself a scotch.

Taking a quick gulp, I feel the burn as it slides down my throat.

“Zach, let’s call it a night,” I say to him, needing time to sort through my thoughts.

“We can talk some more tomorrow.” With that, I walk out of the office, seeking solace in the quiet of the night.

With weary, long strides, craving nothing more than sleep, I swing open the door to my room, only to be met with the sight of a figure inside.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, my exhaustion mingling with frustration.