Mated To Alpha Kessler

I was tired and I had to put my clothes back on, wondering who it could be, dragging myself to the door.

I opened it and lo I was shocked to realize that it was no other than Ryder, I know I had just thought about him not being a good guy, but he just confirmed my suspicion by coming to my room.

“What do you want?” I ask politely, trying my best not to be rude, but inside, I’m seriously annoyed.

He smirks and pushes the door open, making his way inside without waiting for an invitation.

I stand there, my annoyance growing as Ryder enters without any regard for my privacy or invitation.

“I just wanted to talk,” he says casually as if his intrusion is perfectly acceptable.

“Well, I don’t feel like talking right now,” I reply curtly, crossing my arms over my chest.

Ryder shrugs nonchalantly, unfazed by my obvious discomfort. “Suit yourself,” he says, moving further into the room as if he owns it.

I grit my teeth, feeling my patience wearing thin. “You need to leave,” I say firmly, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Instead of complying, Ryder leans against the wall, a smug expression on his face. “Or what?” he challenges, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“What the fuck,” I mutter under my breath, my anger simmering just below the surface.

“What?” Ryder asks, feigning innocence.

“So this is the popular Lyra that I’ve heard so much about,” he continues, a devious smirk playing on his lips.

I step back, thoughts racing through my mind, trying to figure out how to handle this situation without escalating it further. I can’t afford to be weak and put the life of my baby at risk.

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His casual demeanor and arrogant smile only fuel my frustration. “Smart move, Lyra,” he says, mocking my attempt to appeal to his morals. “I know what you’re doing. But I’m sorry to burst your bubble, finding my mate is not even on my bucket list.”

His callous words hit me like a blow. Julie, who had dreamt of finding her mate for so long, now faced the reality of his indifference and disrespect.

“And to answer your question, nope, she isn’t aware, I’m here on a mission, and I’ll be quick about it and just leave you guys alone.”

His words only confirm my distrust and disdain for him. I watched him with narrowed eyes, “Who sent you?” I ask, my curiosity overshadowing my wariness.

“Lyra, don’t you think that’s a direct question?” Ryder responds, his expression unreadable.

Ryder’s gaze sharpens, and for a moment, I feel a flicker of unease at his intensity. “I understand your curiosity, Lyra,” he says, but some things are best left unsaid.”

I narrow my eyes, not fully satisfied with his vague response. “I can’t just take your word for it.”

His lips curl into a smirk, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re quite persistent, aren’t you?” But trust me, the less you know about my mission, the better.”

The likeness I once had for him, the day Julie found him, is replaced with anger and resentment. How dare he toy with someone’s emotions like that?

As fear begins to creep in, I realize I need to focus on finding a way to escape. What if his mission is to harm me? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I swiftly move toward the door, my heart pounding with anxiety.

“Nice move, Lyra, but don’t you think you will need this?” he says, shaking the key to my room in front of my face.

My heart sinks as I realize the implication. “So, you’re here on a mission to eliminate me,” I ask him directly, with disbelief and fear.

He responds with a mocking clap of his hands. “Good, didn’t know you were smart,” he mocks.

“What do you want from me?” I demand, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising panic.

Ryder’s smirk widens as he leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, nothing much. Just a little cooperation, that’s all.”

My mind races with possibilities, each one more alarming than the last. “Cooperation for what?” I press, unable to mask the urgency in my voice.

He chuckles, enjoying my growing unease. “All in good time, Lyra,” he says with a wink as he moves around my room.

Sweat starts dripping all over me as I struggle to comprehend who would be willing to plant someone at Moonpeak pack to kill me.

I know Jack would be furious. I haven’t been answering any of his messages, and he threatened to end me if I backed out at any point in time.

This feels like the end of the road, and I can’t go down without a fight. But how am I going to fight when I’m heavily pregnant and due to give birth in the next few weeks?

The thought of my life ending in a flash, without getting to meet my child, sends a hot shiver down my spine. I find myself shaky about the outcome.

“Don’t worry, Lyra. I will make your death slow and steady, and no one will know what happens while you lie lifeless on your bed till they come to find you,” he said, bringing out a syringe from his pocket.

Fuck! No one is around. Everyone’s attention is on saving Annie. I doubt if Kessler can still feel the mate bond so he can come to my rescue. What if he doesn’t come? I need to act fast and save myself.

“Don’t think too far. Just be a good girl, and I’ll be gentle about it,” Ryder’s words send a chill down my spine.

The thought of my life ending in a flash, not meeting my baby, sends a new, strange kind of anger within me. How dare you come to my room and think you can just end my life in a flash? I seethe in anger, my emotions boiling over.

I notice he’s shocked by my outburst but quickly regains control, hiding any signs of being affected.

My emotions are all over the place as a new surge of strength courses through me. I must be cautious not to harm my baby; that’s my priority in saving myself.

In an instant, the whole room starts spinning, and darkness seems to take control. I struggle to stay in control.

Swiftly, I move toward Ryder, who is in a daze from whatever he’s experiencing. With the darkness hovering around him, I snatch the syringe from his hand.

He stumbles back, dazed. I push him down forcefully. He jerks hard as the aura of darkness takes full course. Without hesitation, I insert the syringe into his neck.

As the contents of the syringe enter Ryder’s bloodstream, his struggles weaken, I notice he starts jerking violently, and realizing he’s in the vulnerable position I need him to be, I try to channel my emotions toward Julie, his mate. She’s been nothing but kind to me.

But I can’t bear to watch him end my life in an instant and then pretend to be the perfect mate to Julie, ultimately hurting her.

Panting heavily, my heart racing from the adrenaline rush. A part of me feels a strange sense of relief. Ryder may have been a threat, but I never imagined I would be pushed to such extremes.

I reflect on the time Julie brought ice cream to my room the night before I left for Northville. I could see she wanted to ask me what was wrong, but she held back, watching me closely with so much love.

I cherish her like a sister. She took care of me, even going as far as pretending to be my maid just to make my stay more bearable.

I let out a scream as I struggled to regain my balance. Before I can fall to the ground, strong arms wrap around me, preventing my fall.

With my eyes closed, I inhale his scent, feeling an instant wave of calm wash over me. He’s my haven, and I find solace in his presence as I bask in his comforting scent.