Mated To Alpha Kessler

Kessler’s POV

“God damn you, Lyra,” I seethe with anger, my voice trembling with rage. “I can’t believe she could go to this length of betraying me and my pack.

I had endured it with Annie, but I doubt I will ever take it lightly with Lyra, seeing that she had been planning with the enemy behind my back.”

How could she, knowing that I trusted her? She had refused to tell anyone who held her hostage, and I tried my best to stay away from her.

Each time she was asked, she ended up staying silent. It was frustrating not knowing who had her hostage.

I had asked Zach to investigate her. I got her a new phone, but she insisted on retrieving her old number. There, I wondered why she attached to a lost number.

I cloned her phone and discovered that Jack, that son of a bitch, had been calling her to monitor if she had any leads regarding my pack’s strengths and weaknesses.

My blood boils with rage as I realize the depth of Lyra’s betrayal. How could she have allowed Jack, our enemy, to penetrate her life like this? The very thought of him using her to gather information about our pack fills me with fury.

I pace back and forth, struggling to contain my anger. Lyra’s actions have put us all at risk. She had my trust, and she shattered it without hesitation.

But now, I must confront her. I need answers, and I won’t rest until I understand why she would jeopardize everything we’ve worked for.

“What have you been hiding, Lyra?” I ask through gritted teeth, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. I had promised myself not to lash out at her, but she pushed me to the wall.

“Leave me the fuck alone, I have nothing whatsoever to say to you, and I’m not compelled to answer any of your damn questions.”

“You will answer my every question as long as it has to do with the safety of my pack, the safety of my pack is non-negotiable, and I won’t tolerate anything less than full cooperation from you.”

“Don’t you dare try to turn it around on me, Kessler,” Lyra fires back, her voice filled with indignation. “You pretend you care, but all you do is spit nonsense about me at every chance you get. Can you just leave me the fuck alone, since I mean nothing to you, nor your pack?”

“I won’t watch you break down what we’ve built over these years because you’re angry over one flimsy talk,” I continue, my words cutting through the air like a knife.

“Oh, you call that flimsy talk?” she retorts, her anger flaring. “I wouldn’t blame you when all you care about is yourself, you egoistic son of Margaret.”

“I am sick of going round and round this circle with you,” Lyra declares, her frustration evident in her voice. “I can’t believe I’m back to this in this godforsaken pack.”

“I know you want to make me regret ever keeping this pregnancy because that’s the only thing keeping me rooted in this pack,” she continues, her tone defiant. “But fuck no, I refuse to regret my blood.”

I’m hurt hearing everything pouring out of her mouth. Is that how much she hates me? I know I haven’t been the best to her, and I’ve tried my best to be a better version of myself.

Lyra has completely changed, and to know that she informed us about the impending attack of Jack on our pack, only to choose to turn against us, is riling. The sense of betrayal cuts deep, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth as I struggle to comprehend her actions.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize I was standing in her way.

“Gosh, can you just move out of my way while I go for my appointment?” she snaps, irritation evident in her tone.

Her hand was on the doorknob when my voice stopped her in her tracks. “Deny all you want, but I know everything,” I say, my voice heavy with disappointment. “But it would have been better if you had looked into my eyes and not lied to me.”

“If you had told me everything, if you had given me the benefit of the doubt and told me what transpired,” I say, my voice tinged with sorrow.

“Is that how much you hate me, that you plan to tear down what I’ve built for years, because of what?” I continue, my words heavy with emotion.

“I have nothing to say to you,” she responds, her voice strained, before turning and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“How do I make things right?” I mind linking Zach. “Keep an eye on Lyra,” I instruct.

“Yes boss,” he replies promptly before I sever the link.

I pick up her cloned phone and see the text from Jack, “I hope you aren’t losing guard as regards our deal.”

Anger surges through me, but I reign in my emotions, conscious not to give in to the urge to hurl the phone against the wall.

My mind reels with thoughts, desperately trying to justify Lyra’s actions. The Lyra I know would never do anything to jeopardize our pack’s safety.

Could it be the elixir that was injected into her? Was it manipulating her to do their bidding?

I cling to hope, praying that all my assumptions are true. The idea of passing judgment on her betrayal fills me with conflict, knowing that the truth may be far more complex than I can imagine.

My search party is out looking for Jack and Annie. I gathered from the pack doctor that Lyra kept calling them names while she was in a coma.

With a heavy heart, I declare a search warrant on Annie and Jack, offering a bounty for their capture.

Dressing up, I make my way to my office to attend to pack matters. But I find it impossible to focus, my thoughts consumed by Lyra’s betrayal.

I instruct Zach to come to my office with Lyra once they’re done shopping with Cara.

As I wait in my office, the ticking of the clock seems unusually loud, echoing in my ears. I anticipate the moment when the door will burst open and reveal Zach and Lyra.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally hear a knock on the door. I can already perceive their scents, and I mind linking Zach to come in.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

They both walk in, and I notice that Lyra is looking everywhere in my office except at me.

Anger boils within me, but I refuse to acknowledge it. I don’t ask how their shopping went; I simply want Lyra to fulfill the obligation of going to the mall to buy baby things.

Instead, I divert my attention to more practical matters. I have contacted a company that produces baby necessities to supply everything my heir will need.

Dolph’s whines echo in my head, insisting that Lyra is guilty. I shake my head in denial, refusing to accept it. Motioning for them to come closer, I indicate for them to take their seats.

I need to show Lyra that I’m a step ahead of her game. Turning my computer to face her, I display the call logs and messages between Jack and her. It’s time for her to confront the truth of her betrayal.

Despite Zach’s pleas to wait until the baby is born, I can’t afford to take any chances with the safety of our pack, not after everything we’ve endured.

I notice the shock in Lyra’s eyes as she realizes she’s been caught red-handed. Turning to her, I ask firmly, “What do you have to say to this?”