Mated To Alpha Kessler

Kessler’s POV

I quietly follow Lyra when I sense she isn’t in the room. I overhear all her conversations with her uncle, plotting against me. That jerk I regret not dealing with him when I had the opportunity!

I have concealed my scent using a spell to remain undetected.

I am furious with her for leaving the pack. Why would the moon goddess give me a second chance mate?

The council had been pressuring me to choose a mate, and Annie, chosen by the council, seemed like a suitable match. But the unexpected twist with Lyra broke every barrier I had built over the years.

Why does it bother me? I convince myself I don’t want her, but the war in my heart tells a different story.

I had ordered her to stay in her room, forbidding her from seeing the sun. But as I step out of my office, her scent fills the air.

My wolf whimpered in pleasure, reveling in the presence of his mate. Despite my stoic facade, I can’t ignore the magnetic pull as I storm towards her.

She stands on the balcony, looking into the distance. Anger stirs within me at the fact that she disobeyed my orders.

In a determined stride, I reach her, gripping her wrist, my fingers digging in. A spark surges through me as I mutter, “Fucking mate bonds.”

“Kessler,” she winced, our eyes locking. I could feel the heat of her anger and resentment, fueled by her father’s death.

“Why do you insist on disobeying my orders?” I growl.

She meets my gaze with defiance. “I won’t be confined like some prisoner. I’m not here by choice, and I won’t bow to your every command.”

I drag her without caring if I’m causing her pain. Everyone uneasily looks at me; no one dares to question what’s happening. My aura grows, suffocating the air around me.

Reaching the first floor, I pull her into my chamber. Her eyes widened at the sight of the room’s door.

“What are you doing?” she says through gritted teeth, placing her hand over mine in an attempt to push me away. A spark of electricity shoots through my body.

“Kessler, let me be,” she pleads.

Ignoring her plea, I push her inside, making her stumble before me. She gasps, barely maintaining her balance.

I release her wrist, but my gaze remains fixed on her. I’m tempted to take her now, to ravish her body in no time, to hear her scream my name and beg for more.

Yet, I try to maintain my composure. I need to resist the urges, knowing the sinister intentions of her uncle.

I put my hands into her hair, looking deep into her eyes. She frowns as she feels the conflict in my demeanor.

“You are my mate, and your home is here with me. Don’t you dare try to escape from me?”

What is wrong with me? I was willing to reject her because I didn’t want any mate. I can’t be weak again because of a mate, and having a mate would be leverage to enemies around with what I witnessed today.

“Reject me. I don’t wish to be anywhere around you, you fucking murderer,” she says through gritted teeth, hatred dripping from her words.

My wolf whimpers at the mention of rejection. I am angry hearing it coming from her mouth. What is wrong with me? Isn’t that what I wanted, and why am I pissed hearing her say that?

She locks eyes with me and utters, “I hate you. I fucking hate you!” Her scream reverberates through the room, the raw intensity of her anger filling the space.

“I know,” my response is a mere whisper, acknowledging the depth of her hatred.

“Do you think if you keep me locked up in this room, I will ever accept you and forgive you for killing my father?”

I remain silent, unable to answer.

“I will try to run away every fucking day. As long as I am away from you, I’d rather go rogue than subject myself to you.”

She struggles to break free from my grip. I loosen it slightly, giving her some space.

I look at her and ask, “You would run away? I don’t think you will do that, because deep down, I know you have a mission.” I smile, knowing fully well I have her in a corner.

She stares at me, stunned, attempting to find words but struggling to form a coherent response.

“Cat got your tongue?” I ask her again, seeing as her lips tremble, not giving me a definite answer.

I know she is being careful, contemplating if I know about her encounter with her uncle or not.

I can’t help but laugh, my gaze fixed on her innocent, plump, luscious lips, tempting me to taste her right there and now. Her dark hair flows over her shoulders, with an hourglass figure that would turn any man’s head. Fuck this mate bond.

Gazing at her beauty, I wonder if I could ever contain myself around her. The bulge in my trousers twitches, responding to the magnetic pull she seems to put out.

As I move closer, each step I take, she seems to step back away from me. I can’t deny the truth. “I know you can’t stand me. I know you hate me. I know you’d rather turn rogue than stay with me.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I push her onto the bed, her back resting against it. I hover over her body as I pin her wrists above her head.

She shudders under my touch, her eyes burning with desire. She bites her lip. “Fuck, that turns me on,” she manages to say.

“W… what are you doing?” she asks. I can see desires in her eyes; the mate bond is strong, just like the way I feel the sparks flowing through me.

I press my lips to her ear and whisper, “I don’t want this, but I can’t stop myself.” Then I add, “And I want to make sure you don’t have a choice to become a rogue, not under my watch.”

I run my nose along her cheek; she whimpers before I move to her neck. As I sink my teeth into her neck, I swear I hear a moan emanate from her. I lick the blood, and she shivers.

Realization hits me as I step back, unsure of how I couldn’t have a grip on my emotions. I fucking marked her.