Mated To Alpha Kessler

Kessler’s POV

I wanted to protest with the doctor when he said I shouldn’t come in with the medical team, but the firm grip and the pleading eyes of Zach stopped me. My heart races as I struggle against the urge to demand answers, but Zach’s grasp tightens, his eyes mirroring my fear.

At this point, I am hoping against hope for all this back and forth to just come to an end. I am drained of emotions.

I just wish, more than anything, for Lyra to be fine again. Every minute feels like an eternity as we wait for news.

I pray the elixir injected in her shouldn’t affect her, not the baby, though the pack doctor said everything is under control, my mind is plagued with worries and what-ifs.

I just want my petit, annoying mate back. I slump on the floor, letting my emotions show. I am vulnerable. I didn’t care if anyone was looking, but thankfully, they were just my close pals.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and the doctor steps out. I hurriedly get up on my feet again, eager to hear whatever news he has for us. My heart pounds with anticipation as I gaze at him, searching his features for any sign of hope.

I notice he is calm, and that alone is enough to give me a glimmer of reassurance. Perhaps there is good news after all.

“She is finally awake,” the doctor announces, his words echoing through the tense atmosphere. I hear gasps of relief from everyone waiting. Finally, a ray of hope pierces through the darkness.

So, I rushed to attempt to go inside, but I stopped in my tracks when the pack doctor said, “You have to take things slow with her, seeing that she just came out of a coma.”

I nodded my head in understanding and walked in, my heart racing with anticipation.

The walk to her room felt like the longest I had ever taken in my life. Thoughts flooded my mind: will she be happy to see me? Would she be happy to be back at MoonPeak? But beneath it all, I have hope that everything will be alright.

Desire to get an answer, I hastened my step as I got to her room. However, I stopped in my tracks when I took in her pale features, her face turned to the wall.

I felt an overwhelming urge to delve into her mind, to uncover whatever thought was running through it. I just wanted to be able to take her pain away, to ease her mind by telling her that all would be well.

She might have sensed my presence because she turned her face from the wall, looking at me straight in my eyes as if she were trying to recognize who I was.

The intensity of her gaze sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself holding my breath, hoping against hope for some sign of recognition.

My heart sank with the thought of what if she didn’t recognize me. I didn’t know how I was going to live with myself if she couldn’t.

My worst fear was confirmed when she called me.

“Conor,” her voice was hoarse, but she managed a smile.

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces with the realization that the small smile she managed to give wasn’t for me. It was even more agonizing when she called me Conor, a name that wasn’t mine. My chest was heavy with disappointment.

Despite being pissed, I remember the doctor’s words for me to take it easy on her, which I guess might be the reason for her confusion.

I muster a small smile and move closer to her in swift seconds, bringing the chair close to her bed. I hold her hands gently as I say, “No, it’s me, Kessler.”

Something flashed on her face, but I couldn’t place it, like anger, doubt, and fear all mixed.

“I want to see Conor,” she says, her voice trembling. Perhaps she had recognized me and chose not to acknowledge me. The sting of rejection cuts deep, but I swallow it down, I was determined to remain calm for her sake.

My heart sinks as I grapple with the emotions of what if Conor lives up to his promise of winning her over to himself.

I see the look of hate in her eyes when she looks at me. I wasn’t expecting her to be over the moon when she saw me again, but this cold shoulder she was giving me was what I didn’t expect.

I try my best again to be sure she knows it’s me talking, not Conor.

“Lee, can you remember me?” My voice is barely above a whisper, laced with desperation and a glimmer of hope.

I hold my breath, waiting for her response, praying for some sign of recognition.

She didn’t mince a word as she said, “Of course, I know who you are. You are the Alpha King Kessler, my rejected mate.”

This new Lyra is something I wasn’t expecting. My heart tugs when she calls me her rejected mate. It’s a painful reminder of our past, but also a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance for us.

I want to hold her close and whisper sweet words into her ear, but I need to be cautious because she is different now. And I realize that rebuilding what we once had will take time and patience. But for Lyra, I’m willing to do whatever it takes.

I was so focused on her face that I didn’t think about the baby. Suddenly, my eyes moved to her belly.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Trying to gauge her emotions, I hesitantly moved my hand to her stomach. A rush of emotions washed through me as I felt the baby moving.

My heart leaped for joy, knowing my baby could feel my presence and respond. I looked at Lyra and realized she guarded her emotions, but she didn’t try to stop me.

I forced a smile, hoping she would reciprocate, but she was void of emotions. I tried to push that aside, knowing my baby was fine.

As we both stayed in the room without saying anything to each other, my mind raced with questions. What had happened to her during her kidnapping? Was she brainwashed or something? Or did the elixir harm her?

I was a nervous wreck, unsure of how to start a conversation with her, especially after my previous attempts had only resulted in monotone answers.

The silence was deafening, and I didn’t want to push her any further. So, I stood up and gave a lingering kiss on her forehead. As I pulled away, I noticed some flicker of emotions in her eyes.

“Where is Conor?” she asked again, searching my eyes for any cue if I would be ready to tell his whereabouts.

I couldn’t stand this, again. I thought I’d always been a master of guarding my emotions, but right now, I don’t think I can because I’m vulnerable.

With my heart broken in my hands, I strolled out of her room, my emotions all over the place. I didn’t want anyone asking me what was wrong, so I wore a stoic face and walked out.

I saw the curious and questioning eyes of my family standing in the hallway. Summoning the courage, I say, “You can go and see her.”

Zach, seeing my emotions, was torn between going to see her or coming to me. But I mind-link him, expressing my desire to be left alone for now.

For once, I let my emotions show through the link, and Zach wanted to protest, but I compelled him not to.

I made my way to my office, with only one intention in mind.