Mated To Alpha Kessler

In the dim room shared with other omega members, a sigh escapes me. When I notice the door slightly open, I feel him coming without even looking, a familiar sensation sending shivers down my spine.

His footsteps echo as he nears. When he takes my hand, I flinch but quickly compose myself, not wanting to show how he affects me.

He presses my back against the wall and holds my hands up. I avoid looking at his face, feeling trapped, as he presses against me.

In the intense and uncomfortable moment, I can sense his erection. I try to endure it without letting him see how much it affects me.

This has become his regular practice-he asserts control, and he can take me whenever he wants.

"Show me your utmost submission because you rely on my protection. You're mine for a reason."

I nod, awaiting his next move.

Forcefully, his lips meet mine, and I reluctantly part my lips as he kisses me fiercely.

He explores further, squeezing my breast. I shiver, and he raises an eyebrow, satisfied.

"So many things I want to do to you, but not today; saving the best for tomorrow when I'll mark you," he whispers.

Fear grips me, and I gulp, nodding my head in acknowledgment.

"You must look presentable tomorrow," he says, pointing to a dress bag on the bed. I hadn't noticed he dropped it on the bed.

I stay silent, keeping my eyes on the dress bag. The looming mating ceremony fills me with dread; he knows how much I hate being around him.

He approached me, noticing something wasn't right. Lifting my face with a gentle touch, he brought his lips close to where my mate would mark me.

Lost in my thoughts, his voice pulls me back. "You seem nervous," he observes, looking straight into my eyes while I avoid his gaze. "I'll forgive you for being nervous."

After a moment, he lets go and heads for the door. "Rest well, my lady," he says with a mocking tone before leaving.

I glare at the door and angrily throw the dress bag against it. My heart races, and I shake my head at my fate.

I despise him-my unwilling Alpha, my unwanted mate. I can't stand him-I'm not his mate. Why does he insist on making me?

To be marked and mated to Tristan only means one thing: I am bound to him for life, and I won't let that happen.

"Be grateful," my wolf, Sasha, finally speaks up. She had been silent until now. "He saved you from an attack and bought you for a reason."

"Shut up, Sasha! I won't find excuses for this cold-hearted Alpha. I'm going to be bound to him for life."

Her broad smile fades as she remarks, "Can't someone joke with you anymore?"

I know the expectation is for me to be thrilled about being marked by Alpha Tristan of the Croftwood pack.

However, I can't accept the happiness others want for me. If I'm to be mated to this man, it means living a life as a prisoner, a pawn for pleasure.

I pace back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drains me, and I feel exhausted.

A sudden push from the door brings me back to reality. A sense of relief washes over me as I realize it's Cara, one of the omegas. Her presence only means one thing: a call to duty.

Cara and I share a close bond, considering each other friends. We try to keep our friendship subtle to avoid raising any eyebrows from our superiors.

"Lyra, let's hurry before that wicked witch comes looking for us," Cara says. I agree, hastily standing up and following her to the kitchen.

While in the kitchen, Chloe abruptly barges in. Sasha rolls her eyes. "Oh, not today."

Chloe is dressed in an elegant red dress that compliments her figure. Her eyes are strikingly beautiful, a shade of hazel, and her nails are manicured.

Despite her attitude, it's hard not to notice the undeniable beauty Chloe effortlessly carries.

She doesn't stop at making my life miserable with each passing day in the pack. And this makes me wonder and ask, "Why does Tristan want me? He has Chloe."

With arrogance and her gaze cutting through the room, I avoid her piercing stare. I know today won't be easy.

Chloe hurls insults at me. "You are a pathetic excuse for a wolf, a weakling like you shouldn't even be in my presence. I doubt you can accomplish anything as a breeder."

I take a deep breath to maintain my composure, but Sasha growls defiantly in my head.

Her commanding voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Enough of your presence here. Go set the table," she orders, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.

I hurriedly left to do her bidding. "What's she doing in the kitchen?" Sasha questions.

I sigh and murmur, "Who cares," focusing on the task at hand.

Without much ado, I go about my work. I serve Alpha Tristan his dinner. He doesn't even glance at me once, for which I am grateful. Chloe is with him.

I went back to my room and I paced back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drained me, and I felt exhausted. As I eventually dozed off in a deep sleep.

Terrified, I clung to my mother, my eyes tightly shut at the frightening scene before me. I could feel my whole body vibrating while my eyes were still closed.

But I found the courage to open my eyes to the scene before me.

Amidst the chaos, my father's formidable black wolf, with brown shining eyes, stood bravely in battle. Strength and courage were coursing out through him.

But then, a shadowy figure appeared. Fear gripped me tighter as I strained to see, but the face remained hidden.

My father, in his wolf form, valiantly fought against this mysterious figure with growls and clashes.

The shadowy figure swung a sword, slashing my dad's heart. He collapsed to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back.

My mum, in a desperate howl, dropped me and shifted into her wolf form to join the fierce battle.

Then I woke up with a jolt as hot tears streamed down my eyes.

My heart raced like it wanted to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingered in my mind.

Scanning the room as confusion clouded my thoughts for reassurance, that it was just a dream.

It is disturbing because the dream kept occurring, haunting my mind with the scenes of battle.

As I struggled to collect my thoughts, I heard a sudden loud knock on my door.

I jumped as my eyes widened in surprise, looking towards the door, wondering who was at the door.

I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to open the door, but the knocking persisted. The knock added to my unease, confusion, and fear lingered.

Summoning courage, I took a deep breath and got up, opening the door to face the unknown. My heart pounds in my chest from fear as he shouts in indignation. "How dare you, Lyra?"

Lyra's POV

He rushed in like he was possessed, I was shaken and didn't know how to react, and then his voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"How dare you try to poison me?" There was something about his look I couldn't decipher; he looked like someone who had been possessed.

In a swift second, he pounced on me, holding my neck and violently shaking me before throwing me away. My body hit the floor, and I coughed, grabbing my neck.

Sasha growled, "We can't die like this." I regained my composure and hit him where the sun didn't shine.

He released a loud growl in pain. "You are dead, Lyra."

I didn't know I had such strength in me as I hurriedly used furniture to create a barrier between us and grabbed a rod from the room to hit him hard so he could be incapacitated while I escaped.

Looking around the room, a quick thought came to mind to use the window, not minding the height. I jumped down.

Taking swift action before he could mind-link the guards on patrol, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

A strange feeling crept over me when I noticed the guard running after me.

I immediately shifted into my wolf form without a care in the world that I'd be naked afterward.

I could sense the hurry in their steps, which became louder, making my heart race faster as I neared the neighboring pack.

Suddenly, I froze, perceiving a sweet smell that made my wolf giggle. This wasn't the time to dwell on the intoxicating scent.

Then, a sharp pain coursed through my paw as I growled in pain. I looked down, realizing I'd run into a trap.

A sudden wave of weakness washed over me. It seeped into my veins, sapping my strength, and pain twisted through me.

My heart pounded with an alarming rhythm; the trap tightened its grip. Fear and confusion enveloped me as the guards pursuing me came to a halt and surrounded me.

Then, I heard a loud growl that shook the earth. He growled again, this time louder. With the trap tightening its grip on me, the world around me blurred.

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I woke up with a splitting headache, feeling disoriented as I took in my surroundings.

The room had a high ceiling and white walls, making everything look bright and adding to the confusion in my head.

My head beat harder as I tried to figure out what happened. The room's bright whiteness gave off a cold, clinical vibe.

Questions crowded my mind, and a growing unease settled in. Where was I? How did I get here? The confusion in my head was like a fog, making it tough to gather any clear thoughts.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the dizziness, and focused on my surroundings.

Like a puzzle falling into place, memories started to piece together in my mind.

Panic set in, and I hastily looked around, desperate to confirm that I wasn't in Croftwood territory. The realization hit me that I was in a place I didn't recognize.

There was a sound from outside, and the door opened.

A man entered. He was tall and stood out in the room. His broad shoulders indicated strength and confidence. The way he carried himself suggested he had to be either the Alpha or Beta.

He looked at me for a moment, as if trying to figure out something about me.

"Hi," he muttered, his face revealing a mix of worry and relief, but there was also a stormy expression.

"Hi," my voice was a bit hoarse. The room filled with tension as we faced each other.

Trying to get up, I couldn't let my guard down in this unfamiliar place.

"No, no, no, little one. You need to heal up completely," he said, surprising me with his show of care.

That's when I noticed Sasha, my wolf, remained dormant, sensing a need for recovery.

His voice echoed in the room, "You ran into a trap laced with wolfsbane, so it will take time to feel your wolf again."

Stunned, I looked at him, wondering how he could sense my thoughts.

"Mere coincidence," Sasha said in my head, rolling her eyes.

A smile crossed my face, reassuring me that Sasha wasn't hurt. My reaction prompted the tiniest smiles on his face.

It felt strange to be in the care of someone I barely knew, but in that moment, I chose to trust in the sincerity of his intentions.

His eyes turned glossy as if he was mind-linking someone.

Then the door opened, and a man walked in wearing a white coat and a friendly smile. I assumed he was the pack doctor.

He slightly bowed to the man, who acknowledged with a nod.

I cautiously glanced at his face as he checked my vitals. "How long have I been out?"

"Three days."

"Everything seems good. Let's take a look at your leg," the doctor said.

As he examined where the wound had been, his eyes widened in surprise.

"This is extraordinary. Wounds like this typically take much longer to heal, and there should be some residual scarring. Your recovery is quite remarkable."

"Beta Zach, come take a look," the pack doctor called.

Zach rushed over, his expression mirroring shock.

I recalled the painful moments when Alpha Tristan had hurt me-choked, slapped, and beaten me for defying instructions or meeting his gaze.

Strangely, within hours, the injuries would vanish without a trace.

The door suddenly burst open, and someone walked into the room. He carried an undeniable aura of authority that seemed to envelop the entire space.

It wasn't just about his posture or the way he carried himself; it was an energy that spoke of a natural leader, someone accustomed to being in charge.

My wolf screamed in my head as his scent hit me like a boulder, my heart racing faster with every breath. The unmistakable scent of an Alpha filled my nostrils.

I observed the pack doctor and Beta Zach baring their necks, a clear sign of respect for the Alpha.

Then my wolf screamed, "Mate." I cursed under my breath, "Fuck my life, Moon goddess, I'm mated to an Alpha."

I took a good look at him in awe and fear. My breath caught as the realization hit me, and my eyes widened for a moment. A shiver ran through my spine.

Kessler's POV

A gentle knock on my door heightened my heart rate. She entered, moving with a blend of grace and confidence, her hips swaying elegantly.

As she drew nearer, I concealed my emotions.

"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting," she said.

"Not at all," I replied, my gaze fixed on her. Fuck, I muttered a curse I couldn't deny the irresistible pull she had on me.

I stood up, circling the mahogany table, and reached out to take her hands.

Leaning in, she kissed me, and my hand found her waist, drawing her nearer. A soft moan escaped her lips as our mouths met in a passionate kiss. I kissed her with intensity, our lips moving hungrily.

My hand moved upward, cupping her breasts, gently massaging and teasing her nipple. She moaned, her hips moving against mine, drawing us closer, and I could feel the heat building as our bodies pressed together.

Breaking the kiss, I started planting kisses along her neck. She wrapped her leg around me, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure, arching my back. My hand moved lower, cupping her bottom, pulling her even closer as our kisses continued.

She broke away, desires clouding her eyes, and whispered, "Kessler, I need you."

With desire intensifying in my eyes, I lowered my head, kissing her again. Moving my hand down to her waist, I began to remove her jeans and underwear. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils.

A soft knock echoed, and my attention shifted to the door. I sensed my beta Zach, so I mind-linked him, "Don't enter."

My eyes darkened, my wolf Dolph threatening to surface, still mourning his mate.

I gently let her go, earning a gasp from her. "Annie, get dressed this minute," my voice cold and distant.

Shock smeared her face, on the verge of tears. With trembling hands, she dressed without making eye contact.

In a shaky breath, she muttered, "Fuck you, Kessler. You will regret this," as she stormed out of my office.

As the door closed behind her, I was angry with myself for letting my desires cloud my judgment. My fist clenched as I could feel Dolph's discontent within me.

I decided to reach out to my beta, Zach, through our mind link. "Prepare to go to the lake with me." Without waiting for his reply, I severed the connection.

The lake has always been a place of solace for me, and within a minute, Zach entered the office, ready to accompany me.

"I opened the window and jumped out. I transformed mid-air and landed with a big thump. I noticed Zack's Wolf Dante followed suit as we ran into the woods.

"Catch me if you can," I mind-linked Zach as I sprinted into the woods, my paws echoing through the woods.

Reaching the lake, I took a moment to drink some water and sat down, surrounded by the peacefulness of nature.

I don't wish for any mate, but the moon goddess chose to give me one and was brutally killed.

Even after many years, the heaviness of loss hasn't lifted. Everywhere I look, the air still holds onto the scent of her presence.

Feeling the peace the lake brings, I dive in to swim as the bright moon shines in the sky.

However, that peace was disrupted when the distant sound of hurried footsteps reached my ears.

Despite being far away, my heightened sense of hearing picked it up, sending a ripple of tension through me.

I froze as my senses kicked in, the sound got louder as I prepared for whatever was coming.

Zach, sensing my unease, came over to the lake as the footsteps drew nearer.

"Someone's coming, and they're in a hurry," I mind-linked him, "Pay attention." He nodded, showing he was ready to focus.

"It's not just running; it feels like someone's fleeing from a threat," I said, my pulse speeding with the urgency of the approaching footsteps.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and a group of wolves gathered around a wounded wolf. She was caught in a trap that someone had cleverly set.

Then I sensed a scent-a gentle mix of jasmine, rose, and a hint of citrus, like a sweet memory. Her scent leaves a sense of grace in the air.

Dolph exclaimed, "Mate, our mate is hurting."

A surge of emotions hit me, a blend of anger and determination. I let out a growl that seemed to shake the earth.

The others around me shivered in fear, their bodies tensing up. They could feel the authority in my fierce growl.

They quickly recovered and launched an attack on me. I let out another loud growl, jumping into the fight to protect my mate.

I mind-linked Zach. "Tend to the wounded wolf."

The first wolf charged at me, but I dodged its attack and swiftly swiped at it. My claws extended, and with a decisive move, I snapped its neck, ensuring the threat was out.

The second wolf attempted to pounce on me. With a sudden burst of power, I leaped, meeting the wolf mid-air. We struggled for dominance, and in the fierce confrontation, I used my claws to poke its eyes. The wolf growled loudly in pain, and with a swift move, I snapped its neck.

The third wolf circled cautiously, eyeing me warily. As it lunged forward, I locked eyes with it. Meeting the attack head-on, I swiftly snapped the life out of it in an instant.

These were young wolves, and it was evident that they couldn't match my strength.

Seeing them all dead, my intense energy started to calm down; my heart raced with the excitement of victory.

As I rushed to check on my injured mate, fearing the toll of the trap on her. I gently placed my fingers on her wrist, and sparks of emotions ran through me.

Feeling a sense of urgency, I addressed Zach, "We've got to move fast. Her pulse is weak," as I placed her on my back to get her the help she needed.

Then I ask a simple question. "Moon goddess, why another mate?."