Mated To Alpha Kessler

Lyra’s POV

Embarrassment flooded over me, causing me to instinctively push back and sit on the floor. My eyes widened as the realization dawned on me, and I felt like a block of ice.

Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he slowly sucked on his finger, and I could feel a wave of desire wash over me once more.

“I didn’t expect your… your taste to be so… so heavenly,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

As his words washed over me, a thrill ran through me at his admission. I struggled to find the right words to respond, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions.

My breath came out in ragged gasps, frustration and anger bubbling inside me. How could I have let him get to me like this? One moment, I forgot who he was, and the next, I only saw him as my mate.

Pushing myself back onto my wobbly feet, I took a step back, tears blurring my vision. Anger boiled within me, directed at myself for allowing this to happen. I wanted to lash out, to hit something, anything to release the pent-up frustration coursing through me.

I feel so alone. My uncle treats me like I’m just a piece to move around in his games. My mother keeps her distance like she doesn’t want anything to do with me. Tristan is out there, trying to hurt me.

Kessler left his mark on me without even asking, and Annie, well, she’s determined to get rid of me, no matter what.

And now, to think I came so close to drowning… It brings back all those memories of when I was ten and almost lost my life in the water. Ever since then, I’ve had this fear, this phobia that just won’t go away. It’s like I’m trapped, surrounded by danger.

Remembering what happened when I was ten brings back a lot of pain. It’s like I’m living through it all over again. The fear and helplessness, it’s still so intense. I feel a surge of pain within me like it’s all happening again right now.

I let out a groan in agony, wishing I could escape from these memories that haunt me.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Kessler looked at me, surprised by my sudden outburst, and asked “Is everything okay?”

Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled back, overcome by emotion. With a trembling voice, I confessed, “No one wants me.”

He ran his hand through his wet bangs, his gaze intense as if he was trying to see into my soul. Then he spoke, his words sending a surge of conflicting emotions through me. “You have me.”

Fire engulfed me, and I felt my core clench as my heart skipped a beat. My hand involuntarily twisted into a fist as I struggled to find the right words.

“That’s the thing,” I muttered, shivering slightly. “I don’t want you.”

As the words left my lips, a heavy silence hung in the air, thick with tension.

Kessler’s expression shifted, I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I stood my ground, unwilling to back down.

His jaw clenched as he struggled to process my rejection. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the weight of our unspoken words filling the space between us.

Finally, Kessler broke the silence, “Then I will make you beg for me next time before I eat your pussy.”

“This man will be the death of me,” I muttered to myself in disbelief, shaking my head. With frustration boiling inside me, I stomped my feet and stormed off, muttering under my breath, “There won’t be a next time.”

Ignoring the curious stares from those around me, I hurried to my room, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

As soon as I reached my room, I dashed to the bathroom, seeking solace in the cold tiles beneath me. With trembling hands, I turned on the faucet, letting the water flow freely as I collapsed on the floor.

Tears streamed down my face as I clung to my chest tightly, the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. In the dim light of the bathroom, I allowed myself to release the pent-up frustration and heartache that had been building inside me.

Completely drained of emotion, I felt exhausted from the constant inner turmoil. Kessler had stirred up so many emotions within me, leaving me feeling confused. It was as if he was constantly playing mind games with me, making me doubt my sanity.

With a loud, anguished groan, I staggered to my feet, feeling the weight of frustration and anger pressing down on me. In a fit of rage, I moved towards the body wash bottles and, fueled by anger, pushed them all to the floor. They came crashing down, the sound echoing through the bathroom.

Julie walked in at that moment, concern evident in her voice as she asked, “Lyra, what’s wrong?”

I clutched onto her tightly, my sobs loud and uncontrollable. Julie comforted me, allowing me to cry my heart out as she held me close. Gently, she soothed my back with her hand, offering words of reassurance.

“It’s okay, Lyra. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed,” she murmured. “But I know you’ll come out stronger.”

Once she noticed that I had calmed down, Julie gently guided me to the bed, her support unwavering as she helped me find a sense of peace amidst the chaos.

In the blink of an eye, I drifted off into dreamland.

In my dream, I was running freely in my wolf form, relishing the sensation of boundless freedom. But suddenly, a sense of impending danger gripped me as I sensed something swiftly approaching from behind. Fear crept in, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

With each passing moment, the sound of footsteps grew louder, propelling me to push myself harder. I sprinted through the forest, my heart pounding in my chest, and my senses heightened as I remained vigilant for any signs of danger ahead.

All of a sudden, a familiar smell hit my nose, making my heart race even faster. I sped up, hoping to get away, but before I knew it, the wolf was on top of me.

I fought hard, trying to break free from its grasp. I pushed and struggled, but it was no use. The wolf was too powerful. With every ounce of determination to survive, I somehow managed to wriggle out from under its weight. But not without getting scratched up in the process.

He shifted right away, standing there in his naked form, and I couldn’t believe it. It was Tristan. I knew I was in serious trouble.

In a split second, my instincts kicked in and I tried to bolt. I couldn’t let him catch me after managing to escape from him. But he grabbed me, his eyes blazing with fury, and pressed down on my neck, cutting off my breath.

I struggled against his grip, wriggling in pain as I cried out, “Tristan, please!”

I woke up suddenly, Tristan’s name still on my lips. But then I sensed a familiar scent, comforting and soothing. Without even looking up, my wolf purred with pleasure as I nuzzled into his touch.

His touch was both electrifying and comforting, sending sparks and shivers down my spine, feeling both warmth and vulnerability all at once.

As the fog of sleep lifted, I realized that only one person could make me feel this way. Slowly, I looked up, taking in the figure before me.

In a rush of panic, I pulled away from his touch, my heart pounding in my chest. Shock washed over me as I stared at him, trembling and out of breath.

With a voice filled with uncertainty, I managed to ask, “Kessler, what are you doing here?”