Mated To Alpha Kessler

His voice booms in anger, “You fucking whore! How dare you? Who is he? Who is he?”

I’m confused as hell. What does he mean, ‘who is he’?

“Who fucking marked you?” he asks with anger, his aura filling the room.

“You are mine, and no one dares claim you as his. Who is he?” he demands again, his gaze piercing into mine.

I fidget nervously, terrified of what he might do to me. In swift seconds, he chokes my neck with his hand, lifts me, and slams my back against the wall. I hissed in pain, feeling trapped and helpless.

He growls in anger, his frustration palpable. “It seems the days you’ve spent out of this pack have made you grow some nerves, you fucking whore. You went, and they fucking fucked you and claimed you.”

“Please,” I manage to utter, my voice barely audible, still weakened by fear.

“Who dares fucking claim you as his?” he demands again, his grip still tight around my throat. I struggle to breathe.

“The Lycan king,” I manage to gasp out, my voice strained from the effect of him choking me.

His eyes narrow, disbelief mixed with fury. “The Lycan king?” he repeats, his voice a dangerous growl.

He drops me on the floor. My body hits the hard ground, and pains shoot through me, causing me to crumble in fear. I cough repeatedly, my hand clutching my neck, trying to soothe the pain.

His name alone invokes fear in the hearts of many. Tristan, though an Alpha, will be crushed by his tone of authority oozing out of Kessler.

“Are you his mate?” he asks, his back turned against me.

I nod in fear, forgetting his back is turned to me.

“Fucking answer when I ask you a question!” he booms.

“Yes, I’m his mate,” I confess.

“No one claims what is mine. You are mine, Lyra,” he declares, his words laced with possessiveness. “I’m going to claim you and mark you again, just like I wanted to do before you ran off after trying to poison me.”

“How dare you try to poison me, Lyra?” Realization dawns on him as he steps closer to me.

Shaking my head profusely, I plead, “No, no, I didn’t try to poison you, please! It wasn’t me, I swear by the Moon Goddess.” Fear and desperation consume me as I deny the accusation, hoping he will believe me.

He grabs my chin forcefully, his grip rough and unforgiving. “Do you take me for a fool?” he snarls, his eyes blazing with fury.

Tears well up in my eyes as I frantically try to plead my innocence. “Please, I would never do that to you,” I cry, my voice trembling with fear. “Someone else must have done it, I swear!” But my words seem to fall on deaf ears as his grip tightens, and I brace myself for his wrath.

With a menacing growl, he pushed me back against the wall, his rage radiating. “Have you both fucked?” he asked me angrily.

I recoiled at the question, feeling a surge of contempt at the thought. What did he stand to gain from this information? Though I had entertained fantasies of being with Kessler, the idea of discussing it with him filled me with disgust.

“No,” I snapped, my anger rising.

He notes the anger in my voice, yet it only seems to stoke his fury further. Closing the distance, his face twists in rage.

“I’m dead meat,” I lament inwardly, dread gripping my heart.

He seizes my face, locking eyes with me as I struggle to avoid his gaze. But he holds me firm, his grip unyielding, compelling me to meet his intense stare. At that moment, I feel utterly exposed, powerless against his wrath.

“I’ve been longing to do this since I set my eyes on you,” his voice was husky, his eyes darting between my eyes and mouth.

Surprised, my eyes widened as a knot formed in my stomach. He pressed his lips forcefully against mine, exerting dominance. I didn’t respond to the kiss; his intensity was overwhelming. His tongue invaded my mouth with an urgency that left me feeling suffocated, as though he had been starved for years.

I struggled under his grip, refusing to yield, until finally, I bit down on his tongue, forcing him to release me. With a shove, I pushed him away, my eyes widening at the audacity of my actions.

Furious, he steps back, his anger boiling over. Without hesitation, he raises his hand and delivers a hard slap across my face, the force causing my head to whip to the side.

He storms out of the room in a rage, leaving me reeling from the shock of his violence.

As soon as he storms out, I slump to the floor, drained of all emotion. I sit there in a daze, feeling utterly lost and powerless. Weakness consumes me, both physically and emotionally.

Tristan’s POV

“She fucking doesn’t want me, she fucking hates me, she is fucking marked!” I exclaimed, holding my head in my hand. When did this happen? When did I start to feel all these emotions for Lyra?

“This isn’t good,” I mutter to myself, frustration and confusion swirling inside me. “She fucking confused me. I’m not the type to love. I saw how love destroyed my father, and I won’t ever entertain love.”

I know I can’t afford to succumb to love’s charm. The risks are too great, and I refuse to let history repeat itself. With a heavy heart, I resolve to distance myself from Lyra, no matter how difficult it might be.

I walked through the corridor, sensing two people in an argument. I tiptoed closer, intrigued, and began eavesdropping on their conversation.

I recognized the voices as Chloe and Cara. What business did they have together?

Cara whispered yelling, brimming with frustration and anger. “I am done with all these lies and deceit,” she declared fiercely. “I will walk straight to the Alpha and tell him everything you made me do.”

Intrigued, I leaned in closer, eager to hear more.

“You will not dare,” Chloe retorted sharply.

Cara’s voice broke into sobs. “How do you expect me to look into Lyra’s eyes knowing fully well that you made me lie about poisoning the Alpha?”

Chloe’s response dripped with anger and frustration. “Then don’t look into her eyes.”

As their conversation continued, my curiosity deepened.

“Tristan will never believe you if you tell him because he is mine for a reason,” Chloe asserted confidently. “And remember, I still have a record of you trying to escape the pack.”

Cara blew out a frustrated breath. “Oh, Chloe, why are you doing this to me? You promised to delete it once I fulfilled my part of the bargain.”

Chloe’s response was chilling. “You think I’m stupid to trust your lowlife excuse of a wolf,” she laughed menacingly.

Fury boils within me as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Chloe, with the help of Cara, is responsible for the attempted poisoning, all to pin it on Lyra and eliminate her as a perceived threat.

If it weren’t for Chloe’s deceit, I would have marked and claimed Lyra as mine, perhaps even as a breeder. But Chloe’s betrayal shatters those plans.

My wolf claws at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to take control. He has always harbored a soft spot for Lyra, and he vehemently protests whenever I treat her unfairly.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I struggle to contain the surge of emotions coursing through me. But one thing is clear: Chloe’s treachery will not go unpunished.

A battle rages within me as I march towards them, my anger evident. They turn, and seeing my face, realization dawns on them that I have heard their entire conversation.

Chloe opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with a sharp gesture. “Save your excuses,” I growl, I know everything.”

Cara’s eyes widen in fear, while Chloe’s demeanor shifts. They both seem to realize the gravity of their actions and the consequences that await them.

Taking a step forward, my gaze pierces through them like daggers. “You’ve made a grave mistake,” I warn, and now, you’ll face the consequences.”

I was boiling with anger, overwhelmed by the revelation. I couldn’t fathom that Chloe could go to such lengths to commit such a treacherous act.

Clint was raging, his aura seeping out fiercely, causing them both to cower in fear. I grabbed the kitchen knife and stabbed her. She let out a loud screech, and in that instant, I realized what I’d done.

Stepping back, I watched as Chloe struggled for her life, blood flowing from her wound. Cara looked panicked, fearing for her own life, then hurriedly ran out of the room in terror.

I mind-linked the pack doctor, and he was there in an instant. “Take care of her,” I said to him before walking out the door.

I felt no iota of pain over what just happened. Fury consumed me as I paced back and forth.

Then, my beta Orion mind-linked me, “Someone from the Moonpeak pack is here to see you.” My blood boiled at the news.