Mated To Alpha Kessler

“Lyra was fine before I left the pack. What could have happened in the couple of hours that I was away? I needed to find out, so I followed Cara.

Soon, we arrived at the pack hospital. Daniel rushed over to me. “Is everything okay with Lyra?” I asked him.

“Lyra is in labor, and the midwives are taking care of her,” he said, reassuring me.

Without hesitation, I hurried in the direction he pointed. I could hear a muffled scream coming from the room.”

“I know it’s Lyra. She’s in pain, and I feel helpless. Another scream escapes her, and I can’t bear it any longer. I step in.

Surprisingly, no one stops me or asks me to step aside. I go straight to her, kneel to be at her level, and grasp her hand.

She turns her face toward me, and I see the bravery in her eyes, trying not to scream as the midwife attends to her.

The pain seems to come in waves because the midwife instructs her to push whenever she feels a contraction.”

Lyra clenches my hand tightly as another wave of pain washes over her. I can see she follows the midwife’s instructions, pushing with all her strength.

“Keep going, Lyra. You’re doing amazing,” I encourage her.

“I wish I could transfer my strength to her. She’s sweating profusely, and all I want is to take her pain away.

She pushes again, responding to the contractions.

“You’re making progress. The baby will be out soon,” the midwife assures us as I hold onto Lyra’s hand tightly.

She turns her face to me as if trying to convey a message. I wonder what it is, but I know I must give her the strength to carry on.

I muster all the smiles I can, “You’re doing well, my sunshine,” I say, trying to boost her spirits. She manages a weak smile and attempts another push.

“The baby’s head is close,” the midwife encourages, “Just wait for the next contraction, then push again.”

I hold her hand tighter, offering silent support as she braces herself for the final stretch.

Lyra waits for the next contraction. I can feel her holding my hand tight, telling me without words that she’s not giving up.

“Push, Lyra, you can do it,” I cheer her on, believing in her completely.

She pushes hard, focusing all her energy on bringing our baby out.

Finally, our baby arrives, crying loudly. Lyra’s eyes fill with tears of happiness. I kiss her forehead, feeling so proud of her strength and love.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

At that moment, I felt the need to protect the child. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was in awe of seeing my baby.

I never thought I would live to see the day of seeing my child, but I made a silent prayer to the moon goddess for making it possible.

The baby was covered in blood as they placed him on her chest after cutting off the umbilical cord.

As our baby rested on Lyra’s chest, I watched as she cradled him, her eyes sparkling with joy and tenderness.

“He’s perfect,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I couldn’t agree more. Seeing our child for the first time, tiny and fragile yet full of promise, filled me with a profound sense of responsibility and love.

I felt an overwhelming desire to hold that baby in my arms, to cradle him and gaze into his eyes as I made sweet promises.

Emotions surged within me as I looked at him in awe. Stepping closer to Lyra, I softly kissed her forehead and whispered, “Thank you.”

“It’s a boy!” I exclaimed, unable to contain my joy at seeing my heir. Lyra was exhausted from the ordeal, and the midwife took care of her as she drifted off to sleep.

The baby was brought to me, and although I lacked experience in holding infants, as soon as he was placed in my hands, I felt a rush of emotion. Cradling him felt natural and right.

As I held our son close, I couldn’t stop staring at his tiny features, marveling at the miracle of new life. His soft breaths and delicate movements filled me with a profound love.

He slept peacefully in my arms. I would do anything for this baby; finally, I have an heir.

I rocked him back and forth. We hadn’t talked about names yet, but I had one in mind since I’ve always wanted a child. I wanted to seek approval from Lyra first, though, as she might have a name in mind too.

Lost in my thoughts, the baby let out a cry. Gosh, it was so loud; how can a baby’s crt have such a piercing sound?

I was disoriented, not knowing what to do, but one of the nurses came and took the baby away from me, bringing him to Lyra.

The cry of the baby woke Lyra up, and she motioned to the nurse to bring her baby. It feels so right and perfect as she brings out her breast and starts feeding him.

I keep staring at her breast; it is rounded and full, with the tip red and a bit swollen.

Lyra coughs to gain my attention. “My big Alpha, what’s on your mind?” she asks with a smile.

“I know I was caught, but all I said was, ‘Thank you, sunshine.’ And what name did you think of?”

“Have you thought of a name too?” she asked me.

I nodded my head, and then we both said, “Atticus.” I was dazed by the realization that we had thought of the same name without even discussing it.

“Wow,” is all she said, but I couldn’t help but reply, “Wow, it is.”

After feeding Atticus, I noticed that everything related to taking care of a newborn felt so natural with Lyra. It made me wonder if she had prior experience with babies.

Seeing that she needed rest, I quietly left the room when both Atticus and Lyra were fast asleep. I couldn’t help but watch them closely, unable to tear my eyes away from the peaceful scene.

However, I knew it was time for me to attend to pack matters, so I reluctantly stepped out of the room.

Outside, the sounds of howls and growls filled the air as my pack members celebrated. Zach stepped forward and gave me a bro code hug.

“Congratulations, man. I’m so happy for you,” he said with a wide smile, sharing in my joy and excitement.

Thank you Zach for standing by me through thick and thin.

Oh stop it Kessler what are friends for?

“I saw my parents running down; gosh, where did they get the strength from? Mum, Dad, take it slow,” I exclaimed as they hurried towards us.

“Where is my grandson?” my mother asked me, looking around impatiently.

“They’re resting for now,” I replied, trying to calm her eagerness.

Joy radiated from her, and she became emotional all of a sudden. The reason for her emotional state was unclear to me.