Mated To Alpha Kessler

His gaze was piercing deep into my soul; he had a look like he was ready to murder, but he managed to keep his cool, and that alone sent shivers down my spine.

I felt uncomfortable as I slowly got up. His aura was oozing out, and the whole training arena could feel it, making me uneasy.

I was surprised by how he was able to suppress it by not throwing a fist, tension was high in the air.

He moved closer, and with every step, my heart pounded in my chest, unsure of what he would do to me, filling me with fear and anxiety.

I took in his appearance, surprised by how effortlessly he oozed a dangerously breathtaking aura. Clad in black pants and a matching t-shirt, his hair styled in a rugged yet stylish manner, he commanded attention without even trying.

I swallowed hard as Sasha purred in my head, sensing our mate’s scent.

“Mate,” she muttered.

“Shh now is not the time,” I whispered back, trying to focus despite his presence.

I tried to stay calm even though my thoughts were all over the place. Every second felt tense like something big was about to happen. Even though I felt messy inside, I made myself ready to face whatever was coming next.

Xavier, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He simply bowed his head respectfully to him.

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Lyra, can I please see you for a minute?” he asked.

I was taken aback. Was this Kessler speaking, or someone else? I paused for a moment, studying his features with a questioning gaze. He seemed impatient as if he were holding back his inner demon.

I took each step with my heart racing fast. Each step felt like a mile, and I could feel everyone’s eyes on us, wondering what the Alpha had to do with a girl like me.

Then it dawned on me that he was composed, so he wouldn’t give anything away about me being his mate.

I finally stood right in front of him, despite it feeling like I had walked a mile. As he held my hand, sparks of emotions tingled all around me. I knew he felt it too because he stiffened at some point.

His touch sent a rush of warmth through me, stirring emotions I couldn’t quite comprehend.

As soon as we were out of earshot and away from prying eyes, he seized my hand tightly, pulling me forcefully down the hall. I was overwhelmed by a mix of physical pain and sparks of emotions, the pain and tingling sensations twisting.

“Kessler, you’re hurting me,” I protested, but he paid no heed, his grip tightening with each step as anger radiated from him in waves.

Once we reached my room, he pushed me inside and paced anxiously. Looking down at the hand he had gripped tightly, I noticed bruises already forming.

Though I knew they would heal in time, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my hand, unaware that he was standing right in front of me. Suddenly, he grasped my shoulder firmly and uttered, “No man touches what is mine.”

That alone made the bolt in my head loosen. I felt anger coursing through me. “How dare you,” I said, shoving his hand off my shoulder.

“First of all, I’m not yours, and I never will be. Secondly, I’m not some property that you can own and discard at will. And lastly, can you just get the hell out of my room?”

He looked at me, his eyes blazing with fury. “Why do you enjoy infuriating me? And why were you at the training arena?”

“Where I go and where I will ever be is none of your fucking business,” I snapped, my anger boiling over.

“You’ve been avoiding me all week, and I’ll be more than grateful if you just keep it that way because those times were the fucking best of my life,” I growled, frustration lacing every word.

My words struck deep, and I could see the hurt in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a cold demeanor.

“Are you fucking Xavier?” he suddenly asked, his words cutting through the tension.

I was taken aback by his question. Was he mad? Wouldn’t he feel it in his heart if I was with someone else? Then it dawned on me that he wouldn’t feel it as a Lycan; only werewolves felt the pain when their mate was with another.

My vision turned red with anger, and my hand moved on its own accord, delivering a hot slap to his face. How dare he insinuate such rubbish!

He didn’t flinch, but his eyes blazed red with anger. I braced myself, expecting retaliation, but instead, he surprised me by cupping my cheek and smashing his lips onto mine.

In that instant, I felt a sudden rush of heat, my body responding instinctively to his touch. Sparks ignited my core, as I surrendered completely to him, my legs turned weak from the overwhelming intensity of emotions flooding through me.

His kiss was fierce yet tender, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. In that electrifying moment, all doubts were replaced by an undeniable connection.

As he hungrily shoved his tongue into my mouth, I allowed him to take dominance, feeling his other hand on my breast. My nipple stood hard from his touch, sending shivers down my spine.

Amid passion, a wave of realization washed over me. I couldn’t ignore the truth of who was kissing me. No, I couldn’t let this happen again. Once fooled, twice shy I refused to be gullible again. He couldn’t continue treating me like this.

Hiding me away from his pack members, marking me without my permission, seeing me merely as a tool to manipulate because I’m his mate-ignoring me for days only to return and assert dominance, making me feel emotions I don’t want to.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, I forcefully pushed him away. He looked at me, confused, his eyes still filled with lust.

“I’ve had enough! Don’t you dare ever try this nonsense with me again!” I shouted, gesturing with my hand for emphasis. “I am not a tool for you to toil with. I have emotions, and I’ve had it up to here!”

I continued, my voice trembling with anger. “I won’t tolerate this again. You marked me against my will, and then you ignored me like I didn’t exist. And now here you are, shoving the same tongue you shoved Annie’s mouth into mine.”

“Don’t you ever come near me again! And when you see me coming your way, you have every obligation to move the other way!”

My voice boomed with anger as I commanded him to leave my room. “Now get the hell out!”

My heart raced, and my emotions were a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. Kessler’s expression hardened, his jaw clenched as he stared at me, his emotions unreadable.

“You are my mate, and I have every right to do whatever I choose to do with you,” he argued.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I couldn’t help but let out a humorless laugh. “I think it’s high time I reject you.”