Mated To Alpha Kessler

Lyra’s POV

I’ve had my heat for three days now. Kessler specifically instructed that I shouldn’t leave the room, so Julie and Cara were here to help me.

Kessler comes looking lost and drained like he has many things on his mind. My heart aches for him.

Many times I ask what’s wrong, but he gives me a forced smile and just says “Normal pack matters.”

We make love over and over again. The way he pays attention to my body, my cravings, my desires-it’s way out of this world.

He helps me embrace my real self with the way he makes me feel whenever we make love. Kessler is just perfect.

Every touch, every caress, feels like he’s puzzling layers of my soul, revealing parts of myself I never knew existed. In his arms, I feel whole, understood, cherished.

Once he leaves, I find myself consumed by anger at myself for letting my guard down. How could I be so comfortable around him, allowing us to make love over and over again?

I blame it on the heat and the mate bond.

But deep down, I know there’s something undeniable about our connection. The way he looks at me, the warmth of his touch, it’s foolish to resist what feels so natural, so right.

Sasha purrs in pleasure whenever he is around, and I don’t want to get too comfortable because I know that whatever is going on between us will be at a dead end.

Despite loving every moment spent with him, I still harbor a sense of uncertainty.

I notice Julie and Cara are hiding things, their discreet way of communicating about matters related to the upcoming mating ceremony.

My heat is over, and there’s no need for me to stay back in my room. I need fresh air, at least to clear my mind of the “what if” that has clouded my thoughts.

“Why not stay on the balcony and take in the fresh air, Sasha suggested.”

“I don’t feel like it, Sasha. I’ll go to the garden,” I protested.

As I pass through the corridor, I notice the pack members looking at me strangely. Some with sympathetic looks, others with disdain. Their stares only add to my growing unease.

“What’s going on?” I thought to myself as I rubbed my neck nervously, feeling the mark burn beneath my touch. I ponder the meaning behind the pack members’ strange behavior.

Soon, I find my way to the garden, the soothing scent of the flowers helps to ease the ache in my heart, if only momentarily.

I’m just bored out of my mind. I need to complete the online courses that I put on hold. I make a mental note to get my laptop and necessary items to continue.

I have a book in hand, reading when I sense a presence behind me. My body stiffens; the aura oozes authority, familiar because I’ve felt it before.

She’s near me. As I slowly tilt my head, I realize who it is: the famous former Luna.

I bow my head in reverence, greeting her. She just looks at me with a bored expression.

“So, this is the infamous Bash,” she snarls. “What’s your name?” She demands.

“I’m Lyra,” I answered politely.

“And you are the so-called Kessler’s mate?” She asks.

I didn’t know how to answer that question, so I kept quiet.

“Young lady, when I ask a question, you answer,” she insists.

I slowly nod my head then say, “Yes.”

“You will have nothing to do with my son. When he comes to reject you, you must accept his rejection. Understood?” Her voice carries the aura of authority, but I find myself unwilling to submit.

Sasha whimpered at the thought of rejection, but I needed to make her understand that I wasn’t interested in sticking my nose where it wasn’t needed.

So, I calmly bow my head in reference and say, “With all due respect, I will accept his rejection, ma’am.”

She’s stunned, clearly not expecting my reply, but she quickly recovers and says, “Fine, then we are on the same page.”

What was she expecting? Oh, expectedly, for me to whine and beg? Kessler and I are complicated, and I doubt if we will ever fit into place.

She left me alone to read, but as I tried to concentrate on my book, I found myself rereading the same line over and over again.

With a grunt, I drop the book on the bench, frustration building up.

I hold onto my hair tightly, thinking, “Think, think, think. You can’t be caught unaware.”

I have to leave this pack, but first, I need to talk to Shawn about it. Soon, I stand up and find my way to the training ground, where I’m sure to find him.

Luckily, I found him just as he was about to step out of the training ground, saving me the trouble of encountering people I didn’t want to see.

He looks at me with concern. “Are you okay, Lyra?”

I’m nervous, avoiding his gaze, looking everywhere but at him.

“Talk to me, Lyra. You’re scaring me,” he urges, his worry evident in his voice.

I looked around to see if anyone was nearby before moving my mouth closer to his ear. “I want to leave this pack,” I whispered.

He was surprised but composed himself. “Why? But your mate is here,” he replied.

“No, Shawn, nothing good can come out of that. I need to be far away from here. I tried running away first, but it didn’t end well, so I’m looking for a perfect plan,” I explained urgently.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Shawn, please, think about something or someone,” I beg in desperation.

“Okay, remember my cousin Holly?” he suggests.

I can’t remember who Holly is but I replied to him “Of course.” I am just desperate to leave this pack.

“I’ll talk to her so she can accommodate you,” he offers.

“Thank you, thank you,” I say gratefully.

“Please, no one must know about this,” I say urgently, the urgency clear in my voice.

He looks at me and says, “I understand everything, Lyra. You’ve got my back.”

“Thanks, Shawn,” I reply, grateful for his understanding.

I stumble back to my room, my mind clouded with thoughts.

“I’ll have to pack my valuables together so I won’t be caught unaware,” I think to myself, determined to prepare for the uncertain path ahead.

“Do you trust Shawn?” Sasha whines in my head.

“Yes, I do. I know you still want to stay here because of your bond with Dolph, but I will not be humiliated before leaving.”

The full moon is in three days, and I’m sure that’s when the mating ceremony will be completed.

“Cara has moved to Zach’s room. There seems to be progress in their relationship. I’m happy for Cara; she deserves the best.”

“And we too, Lyra. Why is ours different?” Sasha groans.

“Because we are special, Sasha,” I reassured her.

She rolls her eyes and slumps dramatically.

Julie was hardly around. I suspect she has something to do with the preparation because each time she comes to my room, she has a look of guilt all around her. But I try to shake it off and play along.

I lay down on my bed facing the ceiling, and my door opened. Then Kessler walks in.

I sat up abruptly, angry at the way he just barged in.

“Can’t you knock?” I seethe in anger.

“You will watch your mouth around me, young lady,” he replies harshly.

“And if I don’t?” I ask, walking close to him.

He looks stressed like he weighs the world on his shoulders, but right now, I don’t give a damn, especially after my encounter with his mum.

I doubt if he’s ready to fight for us.

He places his hand on his head, appearing conflicted. Suddenly, his face goes cold, devoid of any emotion.

But what he says next makes my jaw drop.