Mated To Alpha Kessler

Lyra’s POV

It’s the full moon, and everyone is in a jubilant mood. There are decorations and lighting everywhere, the pack is filled with dignitaries, all ready to witness the mating ceremony between two powerful bloodlines.

“This could have been us,” Sasha growls in my head, disappointment evident in her voice.

“He’s not mine. He rejected us,” I tell her calmly, not in the mood to argue with Sasha.

“You rejected him first,” she retorts.

“What would you have me do? He was conflicted over me, remember?” I reply, frustration creeping into my voice.

“But he still cares about you, Lyra,” Sasha insists, her voice tinged with hope. “He got you a gorgeous gown to grace the occasion. Who knows, he might declare you Luna instead of Annie.”

I roll my eyes and reply, “Dream on, girl. You just won the Oscar for acting out your dream.”

I wasn’t ready to go back and forth with Sasha.

My thoughts are scattered in my mind in turmoil when suddenly I feel it-a cloak covering me, a shield of protection. Fear grips me as it swirls me round and round in darkness.

I panic, struggling against the unknown force, wondering what is happening to me, until I find myself in my uncle’s pack. Is this a dream or something else?

It feels so real as people pass by, oblivious to my presence. I blend into the darkness like a shadow, feeling lost and alone.

Nothing has changed one bit as I glance around, wondering what will become of my fate if I don’t know how to harness my powers and return to the Moonpeak pack.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I tiptoe, despite knowing no one could detect me. Fear grips me tightly; what if someone possesses supernatural powers and senses my presence? Every step feels like a risk, but I press on, driven by the need to understand what’s happening to me.

I make my way straight through the hallway, determined to reach my uncle’s room. I need to know what he’s planning and satisfy my curiosity about my mom and Uncle Jack.

Some things are still unclear to me. I better not rely on anyone and find the answers myself. My steps were fueled with determination.

“We will attack when they have the mating ceremony since Lyra didn’t fulfill her part of the bargain,” my uncle declares.

I’m struck with disbelief, unable to move from my position. He’s planning to attack. I need to inform Kessler.

“And you,” he continues, turning to my mom, “are my ticket to rule for as long as I want.” He kisses her deeply, and she moans before suddenly becoming stiff.

“What’s wrong, my love?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

“I think I’m going to be sick. Can I rest for a while?” she asks him. I make sure to stay where there is no array of light.

My uncle plants a chaste kiss on her and goes his way.

“It’s good you finally found a way with your powers,” she says, facing where I am standing, blending with the shadows.

She sits on a couch and says, “Come out and show yourself.”

Confusion swirls within me. Who is she talking to? Can she see me, or does she sense my presence?

She places her finger on her forehead and says, “Gosh, Lyra, I know it’s you. Show yourself.”

I don’t know how I do it, but I move towards her.

I stand before her, looking at her for a moment. I don’t know what to say; my face is void of any emotions.

Most of the time, I crave for her to hold me in her arms, to soothe me like a baby. But right now, all I feel is anger towards this woman I call my mother.

“Mother,” I called out to her.

But anger flashes in her eyes.

Is she not happy to see me? I question no one in particular. There are so many things I want to tell her, so many questions I want answers to.

Now that I’ve seen her, everything feels numb, like I’ve been hypnotized. But her voice brings me out of my daze.

“What do you want, Lyra?” she asks, her tone filled with anger.

I look stunned, unsure how to feel about her behavior towards me. But still, I ask her, “Why, Mum? Why do you hate me?”

She grips her hair and says, “Don’t call me mother. I am not your mother.”

I stumble back, almost tripping from the bombshell she just dropped.

“What do you mean you… you’re not my mother?” I ask, gasping for air.

She sighs heavily. “Your father brought you home from one of his numerous trips. I never wanted you, but he begged me to take care of you.

You could be one of his concubine’s children, but he claimed he picked you from a trash bin and he couldn’t afford to leave you to die.”

“He made me swear that I would take care of you until Jack came for you,” she continues.

My emotions run high, my heart beating faster with each passing second. I can’t fathom the reality that the woman I called my mum was never truly mine.

I slump into a chair, overwhelmed by the weight of this revelation. But after a moment, I found my voice. “Why didn’t you keep your promise to my father to take care of me?”

“You left me wounded, battered first in the hands of Tristan, and you gladly watched and did nothing about it.

And now, with the Lycan King, he didn’t even give a damn that the man killed my father, who happened to be your mate, and you watched and did nothing about it.

But look at you, always locking lips with the same man that I’m sure could be responsible for my dad’s death,” I say, my voice booming with anger.

“You will watch your tone around me, young lady. Your father was my mate, but I never loved him,” she declares.

My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, unable to absorb what she just said. “You never loved Father?” I question, my gaze fixed on hers, incredulity evident in my voice.

“I said what I said, and I’m not apologetic about it. I never loved your father. My heart has always belonged to Jack.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake in pairing me with your father. Jack and I are the perfect match.

The sooner you accept this, the better for you. Let me save you from the stress of not knowing.

I love Jack, and I’m ready to do his bidding, regardless of whether it hurts you or anyone else.”

I felt my mouth open of its own accord, unable to believe my ears. Tears begin to flow freely, and I allow them as I take in the betrayal.

“You are nothing but a pathetic low life. I’m ashamed to be associated with you,” I say, my voice filled with anger.

I feel a wave of disgust and betrayal wash over me as I realize the extent of her deceit.

I need to blend back into the darkness as I hear approaching footsteps.

Jack returns, questioning my mother. “Who were you talking to?” he asks.

“I was on the phone with someone,” she responds.

He moves closer to her, but my mother doesn’t give in, perhaps still shaken by our encounter.

I watch from the shadows, my heart heavy with the weight of the secrets and betrayals.

I can see the love radiating from Jack’s eyes for my mother. He truly loves her, but it’s the reason they treat me like I mean nothing to them.

Broken and battered, I make my way back to my room, feeling like I mean nothing to them. As I enter, I sense a scent that shouldn’t be here.

I cautiously approach, my heart pounding in my chest. Opening the door, I see a figure sitting on my bed.