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Mated To Alpha Kessler

Mated To Alpha Kessler

G~Aden

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Clutching his shirt, I pull him closer, and he smirks, well aware of the effect he has on me. The wetness in my core intensifies with his touch. Realization dawns on me as I hastily push him away, panting heavily. His gaze, dark with lust, looks at me intently. The wetness beneath me and the pain in my neck subside, but the tingling sparks remain. His overpowering scent and minty breath envelop me. Then he whispers, "Lyra if I slip my finger inside you, I swear you are dripping wet for me. And you say you hate me?" That is the breaking point. Summoning all my strength, I push him away forcefully, slipping out of his grasp. ............................ Lyra fled for her life when falsely accused of poisoning the Alpha. Pursued, she was rescued by Lycan king Kessler, who she realized was her mate. However, he had killed her parents, making her conflicted. To meet her uncle's demands, she pretends loyalty to the Lycan king but faces threats from the Alpha wants her dead. Her uncle insists on her having an heir with the Lycan king. The Lycan king refused to mate with her. Lyra's journey unfolds as she wrestles with these challenges – will she overcome them or succumb to the pressure?

Chapter 1 The Hunt

In the dim room shared with other omega members, a sigh escapes me. When I notice the door slightly open, I feel him coming without even looking, a familiar sensation sending shivers down my spine.

His footsteps echo as he nears. When he takes my hand, I flinch but quickly compose myself, not wanting to show how he affects me.

He presses my back against the wall and holds my hands up. I avoid looking at his face, feeling trapped, as he presses against me.

In the intense and uncomfortable moment, I can sense his erection. I try to endure it without letting him see how much it affects me.

This has become his regular practice-he asserts control, and he can take me whenever he wants.

"Show me your utmost submission because you rely on my protection. You're mine for a reason."

I nod, awaiting his next move.

Forcefully, his lips meet mine, and I reluctantly part my lips as he kisses me fiercely.

He explores further, squeezing my breast. I shiver, and he raises an eyebrow, satisfied.

"So many things I want to do to you, but not today; saving the best for tomorrow when I'll mark you," he whispers.

Fear grips me, and I gulp, nodding my head in acknowledgment.

"You must look presentable tomorrow," he says, pointing to a dress bag on the bed. I hadn't noticed he dropped it on the bed.

I stay silent, keeping my eyes on the dress bag. The looming mating ceremony fills me with dread; he knows how much I hate being around him.

He approached me, noticing something wasn't right. Lifting my face with a gentle touch, he brought his lips close to where my mate would mark me.

Lost in my thoughts, his voice pulls me back. "You seem nervous," he observes, looking straight into my eyes while I avoid his gaze. "I'll forgive you for being nervous."

After a moment, he lets go and heads for the door. "Rest well, my lady," he says with a mocking tone before leaving.

I glare at the door and angrily throw the dress bag against it. My heart races, and I shake my head at my fate.

I despise him-my unwilling Alpha, my unwanted mate. I can't stand him-I'm not his mate. Why does he insist on making me?

To be marked and mated to Tristan only means one thing: I am bound to him for life, and I won't let that happen.

"Be grateful," my wolf, Sasha, finally speaks up. She had been silent until now. "He saved you from an attack and bought you for a reason."

"Shut up, Sasha! I won't find excuses for this cold-hearted Alpha. I'm going to be bound to him for life."

Her broad smile fades as she remarks, "Can't someone joke with you anymore?"

I know the expectation is for me to be thrilled about being marked by Alpha Tristan of the Croftwood pack.

However, I can't accept the happiness others want for me. If I'm to be mated to this man, it means living a life as a prisoner, a pawn for pleasure.

I pace back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drains me, and I feel exhausted.

A sudden push from the door brings me back to reality. A sense of relief washes over me as I realize it's Cara, one of the omegas. Her presence only means one thing: a call to duty.

Cara and I share a close bond, considering each other friends. We try to keep our friendship subtle to avoid raising any eyebrows from our superiors.

"Lyra, let's hurry before that wicked witch comes looking for us," Cara says. I agree, hastily standing up and following her to the kitchen.

While in the kitchen, Chloe abruptly barges in. Sasha rolls her eyes. "Oh, not today."

Chloe is dressed in an elegant red dress that compliments her figure. Her eyes are strikingly beautiful, a shade of hazel, and her nails are manicured.

Despite her attitude, it's hard not to notice the undeniable beauty Chloe effortlessly carries.

She doesn't stop at making my life miserable with each passing day in the pack. And this makes me wonder and ask, "Why does Tristan want me? He has Chloe."

With arrogance and her gaze cutting through the room, I avoid her piercing stare. I know today won't be easy.

Chloe hurls insults at me. "You are a pathetic excuse for a wolf, a weakling like you shouldn't even be in my presence. I doubt you can accomplish anything as a breeder."

I take a deep breath to maintain my composure, but Sasha growls defiantly in my head.

Her commanding voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Enough of your presence here. Go set the table," she orders, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.

I hurriedly left to do her bidding. "What's she doing in the kitchen?" Sasha questions.

I sigh and murmur, "Who cares," focusing on the task at hand.

Without much ado, I go about my work. I serve Alpha Tristan his dinner. He doesn't even glance at me once, for which I am grateful. Chloe is with him.

I went back to my room and I paced back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drained me, and I felt exhausted. As I eventually dozed off in a deep sleep.

Terrified, I clung to my mother, my eyes tightly shut at the frightening scene before me. I could feel my whole body vibrating while my eyes were still closed.

But I found the courage to open my eyes to the scene before me.

Amidst the chaos, my father's formidable black wolf, with brown shining eyes, stood bravely in battle. Strength and courage were coursing out through him.

But then, a shadowy figure appeared. Fear gripped me tighter as I strained to see, but the face remained hidden.

My father, in his wolf form, valiantly fought against this mysterious figure with growls and clashes.

The shadowy figure swung a sword, slashing my dad's heart. He collapsed to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back.

My mum, in a desperate howl, dropped me and shifted into her wolf form to join the fierce battle.

Then I woke up with a jolt as hot tears streamed down my eyes.

My heart raced like it wanted to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingered in my mind.

Scanning the room as confusion clouded my thoughts for reassurance, that it was just a dream.

It is disturbing because the dream kept occurring, haunting my mind with the scenes of battle.

As I struggled to collect my thoughts, I heard a sudden loud knock on my door.

I jumped as my eyes widened in surprise, looking towards the door, wondering who was at the door.

I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to open the door, but the knocking persisted. The knock added to my unease, confusion, and fear lingered.

Summoning courage, I took a deep breath and got up, opening the door to face the unknown. My heart pounds in my chest from fear as he shouts in indignation. "How dare you, Lyra?"

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