Mated To Alpha Kessler

“Fucking get away from her right now!” His voice thundered over the blaring music, sending shivers down my spine.

I gasped as his gaze landed on me, feeling a wave of self-disgust wash over me.

His jaw clenched so tightly that I could hear his teeth grinding as he forcefully pushed the stranger away from me, his eyes filled with terror. His eyes blazed with fury, and I could hear a deep growl emanating from his chest.

His presence loomed over me, an intimidating force fueled by raw emotion. With each breath, the tension between us thickened, suffocating me.

“How did he find me?” I whispered, panic gripping my heart. Despite my fear, a sense of relief washed within me, because I had lost my way back to the pack.

With every fiber of my being, I pushed towards the door, desperate to escape his presence. But his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into his grasp. A surge of electricity erupted around me, igniting a spark.

I struggle against his hold. “Let me go!” I plead, His grip tightens, sending a shiver down my spine. I can feel his breath on the nape of my neck.

“You have a way of getting me pissed, Lyra,” he whispered into my ear, his words dripping with venom. But I was done with him. I refused to let him see how deeply he affected me.

I knew I messed up, but why did he care? He had Annie. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone and stop playing games with my head? “Just leave me alone, Kessler!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, frustration boiling over.

Looking around the club, I realized it was empty once again, except for me, Kessler, and the guy I had kissed.

Without hesitation, I broke free from his grip and made another desperate attempt to escape. But my wobbly legs betrayed me, sending me crashing to my knees. Before I could fall completely, his hand shot out, catching me just in time.

His scent enveloped me, my heart raced in my chest, pounding against my ribs with intensity. His firm grip around my waist steadied me, yet at the same time, it ignited a fire within me, rendering me weak and trembling in his embrace.

Desire surged through me like a tidal wave, to fuck him right there. The heat of my arousal was a tick and left me both infuriated and tormented.

Every fiber of my being yearned for him, aching to feel the intimacy of his touch. All I wanted was to feel his dick inside me, to quench the burning hunger within me.

The stranger tried to protest, but Kessler’s menacing aura threatened to unleash chaos. With a sense of urgency, I positioned myself between the two men, mustering all the courage I had left.

“My boyfriend’s here to take me home. Please, just leave,” I pleaded silently, with the hope that the stranger would understand the urgency in my eyes.

The man hesitated, his gaze darting between me and Kessler. “Are you scared?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

In a whispered and firm tone, I urged, “Just go! Leave me the fuck alone.” Clinging tightly to Kessler, wishing that my message would be enough to drive the stranger away before things escalated.

Horror washed over me as Kessler’s fury escalated, his actions becoming violent. With a sickening thud, he slammed the man’s head against the counter, sending a wave of terror coursing through me.

“Stop! You’re going to kill him!” I screamed, my voice filled with desperation and fear.

But Kessler’s expression remained cold and unforgiving, his eyes glaring with a murderous rage that chilled me to the bone.

Trembling uncontrollably, I struggled to draw breath, paralyzed by the fear of what he might do next. As life drained from the man beneath Kessler’s merciless assault.

I raced to his side, clutching his hand in a futile attempt to stop him. “Please, Kessler, you’ll kill him,” I pleaded, my voice trembling with anguish and desperation.

But Kessler’s gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes burning with an intensity that seared my soul.

His gaze felt like a dagger piercing my skin, leaving me gasping for air as my heart threatened to rupture under his rage.

At that moment, I realized just how dangerous he truly was, and the fear that gripped me was suffocating.

“Please, it’s my fault. I kissed him,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks as guilt and fear consumed me. I couldn’t bear the thought of Kessler killing someone because of me. I knew he was ruthless, capable of the unthinkable.

“How dare he touch what’s mine,” Kessler growled, his anger palpable as his glare bore into me like daggers.

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His focus shifted to me immediately, a questioning look in his eyes. “Know what?” he demanded, his tone laced with intensity.

“Leave me alone, but don’t kill him,” I pleaded desperately, an attempt to stop the violence unfolding before me. “It was an honest mistake. I didn’t know what came over me to kiss him. It must have been the heat.”

But my pleas fell on deaf ears as Kessler dropped the man to the ground with brutal force, blood spilling from his wounds. I rushed to the man’s side, my heart pounding in my chest as I saw the life drain from his eyes.

A gut-wrenching scream tore from my throat as I realized he was lifeless, his head battered beyond recognition. It was a horrifying sight.

“Do I expect anything less?” I seethed, my voice raw with emotion. “He’s a monster, ruthless and fearless. He killed my father in cold blood, and now this.”

My screams and shouts echoed through the empty club, Gasping for air, I felt the bile rise in my throat, and the alcohol I had consumed earlier boiled violently. I doubled over and gagged as I vomited onto the floor.

Kessler rushed to my side, his touch gentle as he rubbed circles on my back. tears streaming down my cheeks as I tried to distance myself from the monster before me. Yet, he held me in place, his grip firm on the nape of my neck.

“We’re going home now, and I want you to stop throwing tantrums,” Kessler commanded, his grip on my neck steady.

I nodded obediently, knowing I needed to comply to prevent any further harm to the innocent man. As I attempted to stand, my wobbly legs betrayed me, causing me to stumble. Without hesitation, Kessler scooped me up in his arms, holding me in a bridal style.

I tried to steal a glance at the man lying motionless on the floor. But Kessler’s warning stopped me. “Look at him one more time, and I’ll go back and finish what I started,” he threatened. With a shudder, I turned my gaze away.

“I won’t look, I swear I won’t look,” I repeated like a mantra, squeezing my eyes shut in a desperate attempt to block out the horrifying image.

Kessler carried me to the car and roughly deposited me in the passenger seat. Through tear-blurred vision, I caught sight of Zach emerging from another car, receiving instructions from Kessler about what to do with the unconscious man.

Then, with a jaw clenched in anger, Kessler slid into the driver’s seat and drove away from the scene.

I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat as I whimpered. I dared not look at Kessler, pressing myself against the door, consumed by the chilling realization of his true nature.

Kessler was a monster. Yes, Kessler was truly a monster. And I feared what he might do next.