Mated To Alpha Kessler

Kessler’s POV

“I can’t imagine seeing Lyra with someone else,” Dolph growls in my head. “But she still loves him,” rings like a mantra in my head. I can see the restraint in her voice when I asked if she still felt something for Shawn.

“Shit, how can I win her back, with what happened with Annie?”

I need to find a way to prove to Lyra that I’m worthy of her trust and love, even in the face of my mistakes.

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Zach’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. “Kessler, how did you let that mistake happen?” he asks, his tone filled with disappointment. “You should know better. She doesn’t deserve this. She’s been through a lot.”

I feel a pang of guilt as Zach’s words hit home. “Please don’t make me feel worse than I already do,” I respond, my voice heavy with regret. “I know this is a mistake I’ll regret for the rest of my life.”

“I tried to avoid the matter concerning Lyra and said, ‘We need to act fast on Jack’s case. We must have concrete evidence that would link him to Lyra’s father and Cassie’s death.”

“How are we going to achieve that?” Zach asks, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Shawn’s father being a former beta to Lyra’s father should have valid information, but we should pay close attention to Shawn. He might be a spy for all I care, but I heard him telling Lyra that Jack is planning something big that we must be prepared for.”

Zach nods, “We can’t afford to ignore any potential, if Shawn has information that could help us, we need to investigate further.”

“Jack’s plans could pose a serious threat to the pack, and we can’t afford to be caught off guard.”

“That’s not new for us,” I agree. “We should get in touch with the high council so they can initiate an open investigation on Jack.”

“Additionally, we should hire a skilled tracker who can trace his hideous acts,” Zach suggests.

I nod in agreement. “That would be a great plan, but back to the topic of Lyra…”

“I want to see you happy,” Zach says, his voice tinged with genuine concern. “Because I can’t contain my joy seeing Cara each day.”

My heart sinks as he continues, “And my heart bleeds whenever I remember that your relationship with Lyra is strained. With the present one happening with Annie, I doubt if she would want to give you a chance again.”

“So the question is, what are you going to do?” he asks, his words heavy with implication.

“I know he will not give up on this matter,” I sigh, acknowledging Zach’s persistence. “I’m grateful for your concern, Zach. Just when I thought I would give Lyra a chance, this happened.”

Reflecting on the missed opportunity with Lyra. “I could feel that she was ready to break the walls she had built to start over with me but the revelation of Annie’s pregnancy shattered the illusion.”

“But the fact is, I don’t know what to do,” I admit, my voice tinged with frustration. “Annie preys on my weakness for her gain, and I let her.”

The realization of my vulnerability leaves me feeling powerless and lost. “And if I’ve been delaying completing the rite of our bond as my chosen mate, this pregnancy will have to speed it up.”

Then a knock is heard on my door. “Come in,” I say, my heart sinking as Annie walks in. My demeanor changes all of a sudden.

“Kessler, please can we talk?” she asks, playing with her fingers nervously. I feel a surge of frustration rise within me, but Zach’s mind-link me, urging me to listen to what she has to say.

I nod in agreement. “Okay, let’s talk,” I say reluctantly. Her eyes beam with joy as Zach walks out the door, leaving us alone to talk.

As Zach exits the room, a sense of unease settles over me, knowing that this conversation with Annie could potentially complicate matters even further.

She sits down on the couch while I remain behind my desk, keeping a physical distance between us. I don’t want to be near her, afraid of hearing another story that touches the heart.

The room falls silent, tension hanging thick in the air. “Annie,” I finally break the silence, unable to bear the quiet any longer.

“I’m here to talk about us,” she says tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Us?” I repeat, my tone laced with disbelief. “But there is no ‘us.'”

“Is it because of your mate?” Annie asks, her gaze piercing as she looks me dead in the eyes.

I’m shocked by her boldness but manage to maintain my composure. She has finally put the dots together and concluded that Lyra is my mate. “How many more people in this pack know about Lyra?” I ask.

“Everyone knows,” she says nonchalantly. “Your aura tends to flow around her, and the mark confirms it.”

Anger flares within me once again as I remember the stunt she pulled by going to Lyra’s room without my consent. The audacity of her actions.

I wanted to ask her what she intended to gain by going to Lyra’s room, but I decided against it. I don’t want to prolong her stay any further.

“She is your mate, but I’m carrying your heir,” Annie states bluntly, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut. “What are we going to do about it? And you know my dad, Alpha Baynes, will not want to be humiliated.”

“He won’t be happy to know that I had been knocked up by you and left alone,”

Annie continues, “He will insist on the mating ceremony and even inform the council. So the earlier we do something, the better,” she concludes.

Realization dawns on me There’s no turning back now. If I want to avoid the wrath of the high council and the humiliation of Alpha Baynes, I’ll have to take Annie as my chosen mate.

I needed to dismiss her to be left alone with my thoughts, so I said to her, “Okay, I’ve heard you and will do something about it.”

Her face beams with a smile. “Thank you, Kessler,” she says warmly. “I’ll be waiting.”

Before leaving, she adds, “By the way, I confirmed it with the doctor, and here is the picture from the ultrasound scan.” She stretches it to me, and I nod for her to drop it on my table.

“See you around,” she says cheerfully before joyfully skipping out of my office.

Watching her back as she leaves, I’m torn between checking the photo she dropped or letting it slide.

On one hand, I’ve always wanted an heir, and this should make me happy. But on the other hand, I don’t feel any connection to the situation.

Unable to resist the temptation, I stand up and approach the ultrasound photo. I pick it up and gaze at it, feeling my heart skip a beat in my chest as I see the picture of the tiny fetus. I’m in awe, struck by the realization of new life growing inside Annie.

My phone starts ringing, and I see it’s my mum calling. Giving a long sigh, I reluctantly picked up the call.

“Kessler, what the hell!” she shouts in my ear, her voice filled with frustration.

I quickly move the phone away from my ear, slightly taken aback by her sudden outburst. Glancing at the caller ID to confirm it was indeed my mum, I put the phone back to my ear.

“Good day, Mum,” I greet her, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite her agitation.

“What’s good about this day?” she asks sharply, her tone still laced with irritation.

“Mum, where is all this coming from?” I ask, puzzled by her sudden urgency.

“Meet me at my place first thing tomorrow morning,” she says abruptly before hanging up the phone.

I stare at my phone, feeling confused and frustrated by my mother’s cryptic message. What could she possibly want now?