Mated To Alpha Kessler

Xavier bows his head in greeting as he moves out of the garden. I watch him as he goes.

Sometimes, I wonder what is going on in that boy’s head because he sometimes gives me weird vibes that I can’t explain.

Is he troubled, excited, or simply lost in his world? I wish I could understand him better, reach out and connect on a deeper level. But for now, all I can do is observe from a distance.

I don’t understand why Alpha Kessler is here to interrupt my time with Xavier. He has a grumpy look as if he’d rather be somewhere else.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” I think to myself. I can’t quite explain the anger within me. Especially when I was trying to connect with Xavier.

He silently watches me, and I don’t want to be the first to break the silence.

“You will catch a cold staying out late,” he suddenly finds his voice.

“I’m fine, thank you. I’ll leave when I feel like it,” I reply, nodding my head. He turns and leaves, and I watch his back as he goes.

I reflect on our time together, realizing that most of our interactions have been tense rather than relaxed and natural.

The only time I recall having a genuinely cool conversation with him was when I visited his office to discuss Shawn. Every other encounter has been filled with tension and unease.

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After what felt like forever, I left the garden and made my way to my room. Along the path, I saw Julie and Ryder walking hand in hand.

They can’t seem to get their hands off each other, I thought, watching them with a pang of envy. I wondered why my relationships couldn’t be so effortless and affectionate.

My life has been so complicated that I wonder if the moon goddess has some grudge against me.

I pushed that envious thought aside and finally arrived at my room. To my delight, my package had been delivered.

I was overwhelmed with excitement, eagerly anticipating the experience of a whole new level of satisfaction. Opening the package, I couldn’t contain my curiosity.

Feeling a hint of desire after witnessing Alpha Kessler’s intimate moment, I decided to explore my own needs and desires by purchasing a dildo to fulfill my sexual cravings.

Wanting to maintain my privacy, I opt to order the dildo online, allowing me to discreetly indulge in my fantasy.

I was smiling from ear to ear, anticipating how it would feel after such a long time. I needed it to ease my sexual tension.

I couldn’t wait to try it, so I hurriedly entered my room and took a shower. I dressed in nothing but my white nightie that hugged my curves, even with the pregnancy.

I lay down on my back, wearing nothing else, covering myself with my duvet as I started pleasuring myself.

I start slow and sensual by gently stroking along the outer labia (lips) of my vagina before slowly inserting just a bit at first, then gradually going deeper with each stroke until reaching full depth.

It’s exhilarating, and I can’t help but moan in pleasure. If I had known the pleasure would be like this, I would have tried it sooner.

I feel content and relieved that I have this to ease my sexual tension. It’s a liberating feeling, knowing I won’t feel pressured around Alpha Kessler.

I increase the speed and pressure according to my comfort level, maintaining a steady rhythm.

The feeling is out of this world as I continue until I reach climax. It’s an exhilarating experience, leaving me breathless and satisfied.

I was lost in the moment, so I didn’t realize someone was in my room, looking me dead in my eyes as I pleasure myself.

Anger is an understatement for what I feel right now as I take out the dildo from my clit. I don’t know how I would have contained my anger if he had prevented me from reaching climax.

“Get the fuck out of my room right this minute!” I snap, my voice sharp as I hastily cover myself, feeling exposed while pointing to the door with the dildo in my hand.

He looks between me and the dildo, saying nothing. I can see a storm of emotions in him. He feels like he should be the one pleasuring me, not the other way around.

“I know he’s angry and doesn’t want to lash out, but he shouts, ‘What the fuck, Lyra?’

‘Whatever the fuck is none of your damn business. I do what I like with my body, and you have no right over me. I’ve had enough of your controlling attitude. I won’t let anyone dictate what I can or cannot do.”

“You think so, Lyra? You are mine, and nothing or no one can replace what’s mine,” he growls, his Lycan threatening to let loose.

I snap my fingers in front of his face and shout, “Wake up, Kessler! You have no say over me.”

Kessler’s eyes narrow as he struggles to maintain control over his emotions and his inner Lycan.

I stand my ground, refusing to be intimidated. “I belong to no one but myself.”

“I can’t let him win. Get the fuck out of my room, Kessler. I can’t stand one more minute with you,” I say, pointing firmly to the door.

Kessler’s expression hardens, “You will watch your tongue around me, young lady,” he growls, his voice low and authoritative.

“We may be rejected mates, but I need to remind you that we have something binding us.”

“I won’t be controlled by some notion of binding. We may have a history, but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate my choices or invade my space. And what if I don’t watch my tongue?”

In a split second, he’s closer to me. I feel weak in my knees, seeing him nearby. I can’t let him win; I’ve wanted him for so long. Seeing him close to me in my room makes me want to ravish him in seconds.

But a voice starts ringing in my head. “You’re back in his pack for a reason, so you don’t need to let your guard down.”

I take a step back, resisting the urge to succumb to the moment. My mind races with conflicting emotions.

I hadn’t processed the voice in my head when suddenly his lips silenced the raging storm within me.

He was kissing me passionately, and before I could fully grasp what was happening, I was lost in the moment. His kisses were filled with a raw intensity as if he was releasing all the pent-up sexual urges he had bottled up for so long.

His kiss asserts power as if he’s marking his territory in my mouth. With each deepening of the kiss, I’m rendered speechless, ultimately giving in to all of him.

His hands were everywhere, igniting flames of desire as they explored every inch of my body. I melted into his touch, the chemistry between us undeniable as sparks erupt on all sides. I wasn’t expecting to feel this way, but I’ll be damned if I say I don’t love the experience.

I don’t know when I draw his head closer, craving more of his touch. At that moment, I realized that what I feel for Kessler goes beyond words.

He makes me feel alive again. I had thought I had buried my feelings for him, but now I know they’re still there.

Then the voice started again: “She means nothing to me, nothing to my pack. I don’t regret killing her father.”

In that instant, with all the willpower I could muster, I pushed him away as I looked everywhere but at his face.

Betrayal and disbelief collide with the remnants of desire and affection I once felt. His words echo in my mind, each one like a dagger to my heart, exposing the harsh reality of our situation.

Avoiding his gaze, I feel anger welling up inside me. How could I have been so blind to his true nature? How could I have let myself fall for someone capable of such cruelty?

“Get out!” My voice booms with anger, the intensity of my emotions palpable as I struggle to contain the power surging within me. I can feel the anger building up, my powers threatening to unleash.

I know I can’t let it happen, especially with my condition. The last thing I need is to lose control and unleash my powers uncontrollably, risking harm to myself and my baby. “So what do I do?”