Mated To Alpha Kessler

He takes me to an already decorated room, and I’m in awe as I take in all the aesthetic designs. He has outdone himself with everything he’s put together.

The baby room is spacious, decorated with colors and playful accents on the wall.

Against the wall is a wooden crib with a plush mattress and a canopy made with sheer curtains, creating a dreamy setting for the baby to sleep peacefully. The bedding has an adorable animal print.

Next to the crib is a comfortable rocking chair with plush cushions and a soft blanket draped over it, creating the perfect spot for late-night feedings or soothing the baby to sleep.

There’s also a small side table for essentials like a lamp, providing soft lighting during nighttime visits, and a stack of favorite bedtime stories ready to be read aloud during cozy moments.

On another wall, there’s a large dresser with ample storage space filled with neatly folded baby clothes, all organized by size and type.

Nearby stands a changing table stocked with all the necessary supplies for quick and easy diaper changes.

Across the room, a decorative rug with a playful design provides a soft surface perfect for tummy time and play sessions, adding both comfort and style to the room.

Above the crib, a fanciful mobile with hanging stars and animals gently spins, captivating the baby’s attention with its gentle movements.

The windows are adorned with blackout curtains, ensuring that the room can be dimmed for naptime or bedtime. Soft, ambient lighting from a ceiling fixture and a few strategically placed nightlights provide a gentle glow during the night.

Overall, the baby room is a blend of aesthetics, designed to create a serene and peaceful environment for our baby to thrive.

I can already imagine spending countless hours in this cozy space, cuddling, playing, and creating precious memories.

“This is beautiful,” I exclaimed, looking at him thankfully.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, looking at me with all the love in his eyes.

“What? ‘Like’ is an understatement; I love it,” I told him, appreciating every detail of the baby room.

I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him, and gave him a heartfelt hug.

“Thank you for putting so much thought and effort into creating this beautiful space for our baby,” I said, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

I’m glad he’s able to think about putting things in place. I’m terrible at planning, as you can imagine. I’m due to give birth in the next three weeks, and I’m yet to get my baby supplies. I can’t be thankful enough for him going all out for me.

I’m sore from all the events of the day, and all I want is to have a good night’s sleep cuddling my pillow, so I let out a yawn.

“Tired?” he asks, looking at me with concern.

I nod my head and yawn in between. I know that was unladylike of me.

“But that’s pregnancy for you; it comes with a whole lot of packages. Pregnancy can make you have mood swings. One minute, you’re happy, and the next, you find yourself crying over things that aren’t worth it.”

“It makes me have weird food cravings, and sometimes I see myself cleaning and organizing things, even if they’re already in their right place. I guess that’s just the special experience of expecting the baby’s arrival.”

He walked me back to my room, and I felt grateful for his kindness. Since I was already in my nighties, I simply went up to my bed. He made sure I was comfortable, tucked me in, and then placed a lingering kiss on my forehead.

As soon as I sensed he had left the room, I sat down and giggled like a schoolgirl, my fingers tracing the spot where he had kissed me.

The whole experience feels so surreal that I find myself pinching to be sure it wasn’t just a dream. He has promised me so much, and I hope that my expectations won’t be shattered in the end.

I remind myself that I deserve all the love I can get, especially after everything I’ve been through. It’s a time for me to be pampered, and I’m grateful for every moment of it.

I take a deep breath, letting go of the worries and doubts that creep into my mind. Instead, I focus on the present moment of welcoming our baby into this loving environment.

I need to protect my heart and be prepared for unexpected challenges that might come my way. Even though I feel loved and supported by his family and friends, I know that life can be unpredictable.

I’m happy that his mother is starting to like me, Olivia likes me, and Cara has been a close friend even before I joined the Moonpeak Pack.

The thought lingered in my mind: enjoy the love I have now and be open to whatever the future brings.

I decided to take that advice to heart. The memory of his passionate kisses fills my senses, and with that comforting thought, I drift off to sleep.

I find myself struggling to break free from the chains that bind me, and as I look around, I realize I’m back in the old warehouse.

My uncle’s angry face stares back at me, and I can sense his deep disappointment in me.

“I know you can’t be trusted. You’re a pathetic excuse for a child, You’ve let your guard down and fallen for his sweet talk. But I’m sorry for you; it won’t end well. You’re just one of his conquests. He’s biding his time.” My uncle’s harsh words cut deep as he circled me, watching me struggle in chains.

I wonder if he was right. Could his sudden affection be solely because of the heir I’m carrying? Would he change and become cruel again once the baby is born?

I pondered on the possibility but shook my head to dispel the thought. I refused to let fear and doubt cloud my mind.

“I will strike soon, and I won’t wait for your timing again because it seems you have let your guard down. I thought you would be resourceful, but clearly, you have forgotten the reason you are back in the pack,” my uncle said, reminding me with a stern tone.

“Give me any benefit of the doubt if I shouldn’t slit your throat right this minute and end you once and for all,” he said, drawing out his sword.

My heart raced as I looked into my uncle’s eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light.

I was extremely scared. I couldn’t die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things.

I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me.

I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me.

I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

My fear of the dream still lingered. It felt so real like I was about to be taken away.

I rested my head on Alpha Kessler’s chest, listening to his heavy breathing. I could tell that even the great Alpha was shaken.

I finally looked up at him and studied his face, noticing the worried lines etched on his forehead.

My face flushed when I realized he was shirtless, wearing only his briefs. I must have scared him with my scream, making him rush to my room without fully dressing.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked me, concern evident in his voice.

I nodded my head against his chest, feeling flushed. I was grateful that he cared enough to rush down and check on me.

“You had a bad dream?” he asked again, gently taking my face in his hand and looking at me with concern.

“Yes, a really bad dream,” I confirmed, comforted by his presence.

He rested my head again on his chest, stroking my hair gently. However, my bladder was full, and I felt the urgent need to use the toilet, so I wiggled out of his hold.

“What is it?” he asked, trying to understand why I had moved away.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“I need to pee,” I replied quickly.

“Okay,” he muttered, releasing me so I could go to the restroom.

After using the restroom. I glanced at the mirror and noticed that my eyes looked pale. I made a mental note to visit the doctor.

Stepping out of the restroom. I saw him standing close to the door as if worried something might happen to me there. He took my hand and gently guided me back to my bed.

As I lay down to sleep, he tucked me back into bed and planted a lingering kiss on my forehead, just like he did earlier. He then stood up to take his leave.

But I couldn’t let him go just yet. I held onto his hand and said, “Stay with me for the night.” But deep down, I wondered how I would be able to control my feelings around him if he stayed.