Mated To Alpha Kessler

Since I was thrown into the dungeon, I’ve felt my whole body burning-wolfbane. The pain is excruciating, and it hurts so much.

Everywhere is dark. I’ve grown accustomed to the dungeon’s darkness, but I still long for even a glimpse of someone coming to cheer me on, to assure me that everything will be alright. But no one comes.

Loneliness wraps around me. I yearn for even a whisper of comfort, a sign that I’m not completely forgotten. But the dungeon remains silent, and misery threatens to consume me entirely.

I know Tristan hates me. He thinks I tried to poison him. But who might have done this wicked thing to me, I wonder?

Sometimes my mind goes to Kessler, with a tiny hope that he would come for me. The realization that he hadn’t come for me caused pain in my heart, blaming it on the mate bond.

Each passing moment without Kessler’s arrival deepens the ache within me, fueling my inner turmoil. Alone in the darkness of my thoughts, I cling to the fading hope that he will eventually come.

I could feel my heart tearing apart. I could sense Kessler having sex for the umpteenth time, with God knows who, as I got flashes of his emotions.

I thought he would be different. I thought that he would find it in his heart to be true to his mate’s bond and break any bond he had with Annie.

I felt hurt all over again. The little tiny hope I had for Kessler had been flushed down the drain. He betrayed me, his mate.

Why do I care, yet I wish to reject him? Why this sudden hope that he would be different, that he won’t be the monster everyone fears him to be?

I know my uncle wouldn’t have sold me to Tristan if he knew my mate would be Kessler, the Lycan King.

As I struggle to reconcile my feelings, I am left to confront the harsh reality that my destiny may be beyond my control, forever entwined with Kessler, the Lycan King.

I know he doesn’t desire a mate, and I wish more than anything to reject Kessler and free myself from this mate bond that’s causing me so much pain. I wish I could just end it-I can’t bear this misery any longer.

Sasha grows weaker with each passing day. It’s been close to two weeks now since we’ve had any food. My bones protrude painfully from my emaciated frame, and my stomach burns with hunger.

As the days go by, the hope for salvation dwindles. How much longer can we endure this suffering before it consumes us entirely?

If I weren’t a werewolf, I’m sure I would have been dead by now. Life has been so harsh on me. Why do I keep finding myself in one problem or another?

My mind wanders to my mother, and I can’t help but wonder why she despises me, and why she no longer wishes to be associated with me. The pain cuts deep, a raw ache that refuses to heal.

I felt pain, anger, loneliness, weakness, and misery. I couldn’t bear to live again because I was drained of emotions.

Tristan should just summon me already and pass his judgment since no one is in sight to help me out. What do I live for? I have no one.

With each thought, I grew weaker, and the last thing that came to my mind was, “I hate your gut, Kessler,” as I succumbed to darkness.

Tristan’s POV

It’s been two weeks since she was locked up in the dungeon, and to say the least, I’ve been cranky-I can’t quite explain it. I’ve been on edge, restless, and irritable.

Pacing in my office, I try to shake off the unease that gnaws at me. My thoughts keep circling back to Lyra, leaving me unsettled and anxious. In an attempt to distract myself, I call Chloe to my office, hoping for a brief peace from the unrest I feel.

She arrived within seconds, and in a rush of longing and desperation, I closed the distance between us, capturing her lips in a fervent kiss. She was taken aback at first, but quickly responded, matching my intensity.

At that moment, I knew she desired this closeness as much as I did. It had been too long since I’d been intimate with anyone since Lyra’s escape, the pull toward her defied logic and reason.

The thought of Lyra consumed my mind even as I kissed Chloe. I found myself reaching out, cupping her breast, eliciting a moan from her lips. She eagerly fumbled with my belt, and I allowed her to proceed.

As she released her mouth from mine, she descended downward, taking me into her mouth.

I surrendered to the sensation, the touch of Chloe’s lips driving me to the edge of ecstasy.

A deep groan echoed through the room. Chloe’s touch electrifies me, sending shivers coursing through my body as sparks of pleasure ignite around us.

With deft hands, she teases and plays with the tip of my cock. Every touch sends jolts of ecstasy racing through me, heightening my arousal to unbearable levels.

As she takes me deeper into her mouth, swallowing me whole, I can’t help but grip her hair tightly, lost in the throes of passion. Pumping into her mouth with intensity, I’m consumed by primal desire, knowing full well the toll it will take on her.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I didn’t care because I needed to release the pent-up anger I felt inside. I continued pumping as she took in all of me.

Suddenly, I felt stiff, and I could feel it. I was in a state of ecstasy-it was coming-as I released all my seed into her mouth.

She joyfully accepted and gulped it down, but I wasn’t done with her yet. Instructing her to bend down and hold her toes, I positioned myself behind her, ready to continue.

She obeyed without hesitation, assuming the position as I took my dick in hand, stroking it before sliding it into her already dripping wet pussy. The heat and tightness enveloped me, and I could sense her arousal, fueling my desire to take her further.

I continued pumping her fast and furious, and she absorbed all of my strength without batting an eyelid.

She ground into me as I took her breast with one of my hands, pumping into her while she wiggled her hips.

Then I screamed, “Yeah, Lyra, that’s it, that’s it, I love this!” I was lost in the moment, unaware that Chloe had moved away from me, her gaze cutting through me like a knife. If looks could kill, I knew I would be dead.

“God damn you, Tristan!” She landed a slap on my face.

“What the fuck is fucking wrong with you?” I boomed in anger, unsure of what I had done.

“How dare you, Tristan, fucking me and calling that lowlife, god-forsaken pathetic omega girl?”

I was lost for words and confused as I wasn’t sure I did that.

“What have I ever done to deserve all of this from you? I’ve been nothing but loyal to you through thick and thin, and you don’t even see me in the light of how I see you.

“You keep crushing me over and over again, and I feel like I’m losing my worth each day.”

My heart yearned for her, But as I moved closer, reaching out in a futile attempt to soothe her, she angrily yanked my hands away.

Then, I received a mind link from Orion, my beta, saying, “Alpha, you have to come down and see for yourself. This doesn’t look good.”