Mated To Alpha Kessler

I was already an emotional wreck as I witnessed Alpha Kessler pleasuring himself. I can’t believe I let myself get lost in the moment and satisfy my sexual urge.

I stop in my tracks as I hear his voice, but I don’t turn around. I don’t know how to face him after what I just witnessed.

I struggled to trust myself, unsure if I would melt to my knees upon seeing him after what I had just witnessed.

Alpha Kessler is undeniably drop-dead gorgeous. Any girl would feel a surge of arousal just from him saying hi.

“Lyra,” he called my name once again, and I took in a sharp intake of breath to control my emotions as I gradually turned to face him.

I was determined never to let him get to my head and break down the walls I had built.

Finally, I turned around and looked at him. He was only wearing a white towel, and my eyes instantly moved to his dick, still visibly hard beneath the fabric. Damn you, Alpha Kessler.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

I hurriedly moved my eyes from his dick as I took in his features. He had sweat all over his body, making his skin glitter in the dim light.

He had a knowing smirk on his face as if he realized what I just did by checking out his dick.

His gaze roamed all over me, and I shuddered under his look. He made me feel emotions I was trying so hard to suppress.

At first, I blamed it on the mate bond, but now I couldn’t just fathom it. I blamed it on the pregnancy hormones.

“Where are you going?” he asked, moving closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

I stepped back, not wanting to be in proximity to him, unsure if I would misbehave or not. Managing to answer him, I said, “I’m going shopping for baby things.”

Did you enjoy the show? His questions brought me out of my thoughts, and I panicked. Did he notice I was watching him? Was I loud as I pleasured myself while watching him?

I was at a loss for words, so I shook my head in denial. But he smiled, knowing I had lied.

“How does it feel like,” he asked, his voice laced with seductive attraction, “hearing me pleasure myself with the thought of you in my head?”

Alpha Kessler will be the death of me. He might have perceived the scent of my arousal as he licked his lips, and that alone made me wet all over.

I can’t let my guard down. I can’t let him see me weak. So, I replied, “Yes, I enjoyed the show, and you deserve an award.”

He started laughing so hard that he clung to his stomach, his rich laughter filling the room.

The voice continued to ring in my head, a persistent reminder of the dangers of letting my guard down around Alpha Kessler. It urged me to stay vigilant, to remember the lies and manipulations.

“Lyra,” he called my name, his voice with concern.

I jump in fear, my heart racing as I realize how close he is to me. He looks at me with concern and asks, “Are you okay?”

I swallow the lumps in my throat as I nod my head, unable to utter a word. He stares at me, his gaze piercing.

My legs tremble as I can’t comprehend what he has in store for me. Kessler is many things, and he could make me do things against my will.

He mutters, “I’ve missed you, Lyra. Can we start all over again for the sake of the baby?”

My mouth trembles in shock as I didn’t expect him to say that out of the blue. He had kept his distance these past weeks, and I was grateful, except for the piercing looks he gave me every time I went for breakfast downstairs.

The voice rings again, louder this time, echoing in my mind: he is a scheming liar, ready to manipulate you again.

With a newfound resolve, I muster my voice and say, pointing between us, “Whatever happened between us was never meant to happen in the first place. And I don’t regret having this,” I add, pointing at my stomach.

“I agree to come back to Moonpeak Pack because of the baby that bonds us,” I assert firmly. “And I don’t think anything will happen between us again, so please, can you move away? I have an appointment to catch up.”

I see hurt in his eyes, but I’m not ready to go back and forth with him again on this matter. He moves closer, not wanting me to leave my spot, his eyes pleading.

“Lyra, please, can we let go of whatever bad blood we might have had for the sake of the baby?” he pleads.

The anger within me burns hotter as I start repeating the contents of his voice recording that I heard. “She meant nothing to me, not my pack. You can do whatever you see fit to her. Why do you think I took Annie as my Luna? I don’t regret killing her father, even when she made me feel regret about it.”

He staggers back, dazed, unable to comprehend how I got hold of these words that have been etched into my mind. He said them, not knowing I would somehow stumble upon them.

The air was filled with tension as we locked eyes, his betrayal hanging between us like a heavy shroud. The truth is out, and there’s no turning back now.

Seeing his emotions scattered across his face, I move closer to him and ask, “Does it sound familiar?” I can see hurt and regret in his eyes as he recognizes his own words. His silence speaks volumes, and the absence of denial only fuels my anger.

I had wished countless times in my head that these words were not real, that they were somehow manipulated to sound like him. But seeing that he doesn’t deny them solidifies my resolve to rebuild the walls I had begun to tear down.

He holds onto my hand, desperation evident in his eyes, and says, “It’s not what you think. I can explain.” I yank my hand away from him as if he’s burning me and demand, “What do you have to explain?”

He looks lost and dejected, and a part of me wants to reach out to him, to comfort him, but I refuse to give in. I steel myself against the temptation, knowing that allowing him back into my life would only invite more pain.

My phone starts ringing in my hand, and I realize it’s my uncle calling. He notices the change in my demeanor as I ignore the call.

“Who’s calling you?” he asks in a pissed-off tone.

Taking note of his tone, I answer sharply, “It’s none of your damn business.”

“Lyra,” he calls my name, his voice edged with authority, “as long as you have my seed in you, you are my damn business.”

I flare in anger, ready to lash out at him, but my phone starts ringing again, interrupting the tension.

“God damn you, Lyra,” he continues, frustration evident in his tone. “Pick up the damn phone and put it on speaker if you have nothing to hide.

Because I don’t trust you, Lyra. Ever since I got you back, you have changed, and I won’t watch you put my heir’s life in jeopardy.”

“I won’t stand here and watch you spit out this nonsense about me and don’t you dare turn it around on me,” I retort, my voice rising in frustration.

“Then if you have nothing to hide, pick up the damn phone!” he booms with anger, his aura suffocating in the room.