Mated To Alpha Kessler

Kessler’s voice fills the warehouse, and the cry I’ve been trying hard to conceal starts streaming down my eyes. It’s heartbreaking to hear Kessler say all these nasty words about me.

My heart stings as I realize I had thought otherwise about him. I thought he cared about me, judging from his reluctance to reject me when I requested it, judging from how he came to rescue me and held me close to his side, not wanting me out of his sight.

Kessler’s harsh words linger and make me feel betrayed. How could someone I trusted and cared for speak about me in such a callous manner?

Tears continued to flow down my cheeks, I had allowed myself to believe in his kindness, in the possibility of a genuine connection between us.

But now, I’m faced with the reality of his disdain, I’m left feeling shattered. The image I had of Kessler, the hope I held onto, crumbles before me,

Judging from how he filled me in and explored every part of my body when I was in heat, how he looked into my eyes like I meant the world to him.

Could this be Kessler or someone else? No, I can’t be wrong. This exactly sounds like Kessler. I can imagine his face as he spits out the venomous words from his mouth.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I feel a knot tighten in my chest. Was everything between us just a facade? Was I nothing more than a pawn in his game?

The Kessler I thought I knew, the one I allowed myself to trust and care for, no longer exists.

“She means nothing to me and my pack. I never wanted her. I marked her because my Lycan took over and wanted to be with its mate. I have no iota of feelings for her. I kept her close all this while to make me powerful. Why did I take Annie instead of her? I don’t want to have anything to do with her, especially with her shadow power and her aura of darkness that has caused nothing but chaos in the pack. Do whatever you deem it with her, and I don’t regret killing her father, even when she made me admit that I was wrong.” These were his words as they rang over again in my head

My mind reels, struggling to process the depth of his deception. How could he have manipulated me so callously, using me as a pawn in his quest for power?

How dare he toy with my emotions, treating me as little more than a means to an end?

The blood in my veins feels like it’s turned to ice as I gasp for air. This can’t be true. Despite moving away from Moonpeak, I still feel his penetrating gaze drilling into my back as if I’m being followed and scrutinized by him or someone from his pack.

The mention of my father sends a shiver down my spine. How could Kessler say such a thing? That he doesn’t feel sorry for killing my father? He may not be my biological father, but he won the trophy for the best-doting father.

The weight of Kessler’s betrayal settles like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach. I’m overcome with intense anger. How could someone I once trusted with my life turn out to be so callous?

I’ve been fooled and gullible, letting my emotions cloud my judgment, thinking that Kessler has my best interests at heart.

“Don’t be surprised if he comes to rescue you,” my uncle says, bringing me out of the series of thoughts that had consumed me.

Anger courses through me at the mention of Kessler’s name. I vow that “I will never go back to him. I’d rather go rogue than be with that heartless and good-for-nothing Alpha king.”

Jack’s maniacal laugh cuts through the air, sending shivers down my spine. “No, my dear, you will go with him,” he insists, his voice dripping with malice.

I refuse to comply. “No, I won’t,” I declare defiantly.

But before I can react, my uncle lands another stinging slap across my cheek, snapping me back to reality. The sting of his blow serves as a reminder of the control he wields over me.

In a fury, he spits out his words, his voice laced with venom. “Do you think you have a say in this matter? You will do as I say and dare not go against me.”

I swallow hard, feeling powerless and trapped in the face of his anger. I know that challenging him further will only lead to more pain and suffering.

I nodded my head, tears streaming down uncontrollably. The pain from the torture I’ve endured mixes with the heartache of realizing I mean nothing to Kessler.

Why do I even care? He’s my rejected mate. But I care because I’m pregnant with his child, which seems to bind us together.

“You will go back to him and do as I say,” my uncle commands.

My uncle is never up to any good, always scheming for his gain.

“Do you still feel for him?” he asked me.

I didn’t know how to respond. Instead, I questioned myself if I truly still felt something for him. It’s undeniable that I do. As much as I try to pretend otherwise, there’s a part of me that still does.

Lost in thought, I’m startled as he grabs my jet-black hair as if he wants to rip it out of my scalp.

“I don’t give a crap if you feel for him or not,” he spat. “But you will go back and pretend to be pleased with him. Show him love, make him vulnerable, and ready to do anything for you.”

Nodding my head in fear, I feel all the boldness I had moments ago evaporate. When it comes to Jack, I seem to have lost my self-esteem.

“You will report every move back to me,” my uncle commands, his voice laced with authority. “Get to know his pack’s strengths and weaknesses. Learn his next move and uncover his plans.”

As his words sink in, I am to become a spy in Kessler’s pack, gathering information to aid my uncle’s agenda. It’s a daunting task, but I know I have no choice but to comply.

“So I can report to you and know when to strike his pack,” I replied to him without him telling me more. This time around, I want to do this my way. I want to see Kessler suffer for all the things he said about me and how he made me suffer.

I’m determined to seek revenge. I may have been manipulated and used, but I refuse to be a victim any longer. With a steely resolve, I vow to carry out my uncle’s orders, but on my terms. Kessler will pay for the pain he has caused me, and I will be the one to make him suffer.

“I have no doubt he said everything I just heard, he’s said it to my face time and time again. But I’ve been fooled to think that he said it out of fury.”

My uncle acknowledges that I’ve grown and can think for myself, without needing everything explained point-blank.

“Good to know we are on the same page,” he adds, before a low growl rumbles through the room, shaking the very earth beneath us. I know it’s Kessler.

As the tension mounts, I suck in my breath, steeling myself for the encounter. I must compose whatever emotions threaten to overwhelm me upon seeing him. But before I can even brace myself, I feel a sharp prick in my neck once more, and darkness engulfs me as I succumb to unconsciousness.