Mated To Alpha Kessler

I respond to Zach’s mind-link, saying, “I have no idea what’s going on. This is just as surprising to me as it is to you.”

My mind races with questions, but I can’t bring myself to interrupt their interaction. I try to keep my composure, but deep down, my heart is pounding with uncertainty. It’s not every day that you witness something so extraordinary.

I know my father found his fated mate after he got married to Mum as his chosen mate. My father loves and respects Mum deeply.

But I guess there was a strain in their marriage when my father found his mate. Many things happened between them that they chose to keep subtle, hidden beneath the surface.

The tension between my parents was palpable, like a storm brewing silently in the distance. Despite their efforts to maintain a facade of normalcy, I could sense the unspoken words and unshared emotions lingering between them.

There were moments of strained smiles and forced laughter. It was as if their bond had been tested and stretched to its limits, leaving behind cracks that were carefully concealed from the outside world.

As a child caught amid their silent turmoil, I feel confused. I longed for the days when their love felt effortless and untainted when their smiles reached their eyes without reservation.

As I grew older, I became attuned to the subtle nuances of my parents’ relationship. It became evident that things were not as idyllic as they appeared on the surface.

The moments of tension, the hushed conversations, I could read between the lines that their marriage was facing challenges

I watched as my father swiftly pulled away, looking at her with so much love and adoration. My father is a doting father, overflowing with love to share with everyone around him.

He wiped away his tears, and I moved closer to him, gently pulling him into an embrace. I knew he shouldn’t be seen by the pack members in such a vulnerable state.

Despite his strength and resilience, he too had moments of vulnerability that needed to be shielded from prying eyes.

I could see the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces as they witnessed the emotional display. My father clung to Cara’s hand as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

The situation felt surreal as we made our way to the private living room. We all took our seats, eager to hear what had stirred such strong emotions in my father.

My father took a deep breath, his gaze shifting between each of us gathered there.

The room was enveloped in silence as we all gazed expectantly at my dad, hoping he would break the tension with his words.

“I’m so sorry for the emotional outburst. Seeing her brought back memories. What’s your name, young lady?” he asked, turning his attention to Cara.

“Cara,” she replied, her voice gentle.

“You are a splitting image of your mother,” my father continued, “Your mother was my mate.”

Everyone in the living room gasped in astonishment at the unexpected revelation. Suddenly, everything started to make sense to me as I connected the dots.

It dawned on me that I had seen glimpses of Cara’s mother, several times in our pack gatherings. She had a distinct presence, but there were times when she stopped attending.

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and I understood why my father’s emotions had been stirred so deeply upon seeing Cara.

This is a clear indication that Cara is my blood, and this reunion wouldn’t have been possible if Lyra hadn’t insisted on Cara coming with us.

My thoughts go to Lyra, and I wonder what is happening to her. I’ve sent a private investigator to help dig into her whereabouts. I can’t take any chances with her.

“I didn’t know she was pregnant with my child. I searched everywhere for her, but my efforts proved abortive. It became clear that she didn’t want to be found.” My father continues

“Cara, you are the spitting image of your mother,” He says, unable to deny the bond. Seeing you brought back memories I thought I had buried.

Finally, my dad asks the question he’s been dreading, “Where is your mother?”

“She died while giving birth to me,” Cara’s voice trembles with emotion as she shares her painful truth. “I was raised in an orphanage until I was eighteen, then taken to Alpha Tristan’s pack house to serve as an Omega.”

Tears well up in his eyes as he struggles to process the weight of Cara’s words. “I’m so sorry, Cara. I never knew about your existence,” he managed to utter, his voice filled with remorse and sorrow.

“Oh, my Rosie” he whispered, “I can’t believe she went through all of this. I wish I had tried harder to find her. Perhaps things would have been better.”

I sense regret washing over him, wishing he could turn back the hands of time, knowing he would have acted differently if given the chance.

His facial expression finally changes as he connects the dots and asks, “How come you are in this pack now?”

Cara explains, “When Lyra was taken by Tristan, she insisted that I must come with her. Lyra and I shared a close bond while we were still at Croftwood Pack.”

Alpha Tristan, unable to resist the Alpha Kessler order, had to let me go without causing a fuss. When I arrived here, I met my mate, Zachary.

My father smiles warmly, his gaze shifting to Zachary. “Don’t you dare hurt her,” he says firmly, the protective instinct evident in his tone. “Because you’ll have to go through me and Kessler.”

I see a myriad of emotions crossing my father’s face, a mix of nostalgia, regret, and perhaps a hint of relief. It’s as if he wants to share something with me, to unburden himself from the complexities he faced as an Alpha, husband, and father.

My father looks at me, and through the mind link, he asks, “Is it the same Lyra?”

“Yes,” I reply quietly through the mind link, understanding the weight of his unspoken thoughts. I don’t want to delve into the possibility of what my father might be thinking, knowing his disapproval of me taking Annie as my Luna. But circumstances forced my hand, and I found myself in a complicated situation with no easy solutions.

“Oh son, you need to do something about that lady,” my father says with a solemn tone. “Not every time we Lycan get to meet our mate early, but the Moon Goddess blesses you with a second chance mate even after losing your first mate.”

His words weigh heavily on me as I ponder the responsibility that comes with having a second chance at love. I promise my father that I will take action, determined to find a resolution that honors both my past and present.

Zach remains quiet throughout our conversation, lost in his thoughts. I can see the concern in his eyes, knowing that Cara must have endured a difficult journey to reach this point in her life.

“I can’t imagine growing up without my parents, I doubt if I would survive it, but Lyra and Cara are the real MVPs. They’ve been through a lot and are still standing, hopeful for a brighter day.”

Then a thought crosses my mind, and I turn to my father. “How is Mother?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued. “And what brings you to the pack?”

My father looked between me, Cara, and Zach, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. I felt a sense of apprehension, wondering what he was about to say. Finally, he turned to Cara and asked, “Are you with child?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

We all stared at my father in disbelief, as if he had suddenly grown two heads. “What do you mean if she is with child?” I blurted out.

“One of my children or one of my child’s women is with the child,” my father clarified, his words carrying a weighty significance. “Because Virtue has left me. I felt as if the true heir had been conceived.”