Mated To Alpha Kessler

Lyra’s POV

I was walking down the hall when I caught sight of a familiar figure, bound with a silver chain. My heart beats fast in my chest as I take in the sight before me.

It’s my uncle. True to his words, Kessler had sent ambushes against my uncle and his minions, and he had been captured.

My emotions churn as I approach, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a hint of satisfaction knowing that justice is finally catching up to him.

I stop in front of him, locking eyes with the man who once held power over me. His expression is a mask of defiance, but I see the flicker of fear in his eyes.

I know I should feel happy now that he has been brought in, but my mind drifts away again when I remember how devious and cunning my uncle could be.

As soon as he catches sight of me, he gives a devious smirk and spits on the floor. “I detest you with every fiber of my being.”

I meet his gaze dead-on, tired of being a victim and finally standing up for myself. With indignation coursing through me, I spit back on the floor and say, “The feeling is mutual, Jack.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I face Jack, his sneer dripping with contempt.

“You think you can beat me, Lyra?” he taunts, his voice laced with malice. “You’re nothing but a weak little pup.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

I met his gaze head-on, my fists clenched at my sides. “Weakness is letting fear control you,” I fire back. “Strength is standing up to bullies like you.”

Jack’s laughter echoes through the room, sending a chill down my spine.

Zach looked at me with a knowing smirk. I had a feeling he was proud of what I just did to Jack.

He wasn’t expecting it. I could see a flicker of surprise in his demeanor. But as it is now, I don’t give a damn.

He was dragged to the dungeon. I had planned on checking up on Shawn, but seeing my uncle, I was grateful he didn’t see Shawn with me.

He’s been through a lot, and I can’t imagine compounding his problems.

I follow them to the dungeons. I need answers to why he hates me so much, why he despises my father, and why he’s with my mum.

It’s difficult to strip the title of “mother” from Kayla, for as long as I can remember, she has been the one I turned to for comfort and guidance.

Yet, she has made it painfully clear that I was never her child, that her heart belonged to Jack.

I had naively believed she was held captive against her will, unaware that I was merely a pawn in their game.

The question lingers: who are my biological parents? Found in a trash bin, discarded like refuse, was I truly so unwanted that my flesh and blood couldn’t bear to acknowledge me?

The mere thought of it causes a painful tug at my heart, a deep ache within my chest.

As Jack is brought before me, his hands bound in silver chains, I feel a surge of conflicting emotions-anger, confusion, and a desperate longing for answers.

The guards stand watchful, I turn to Zach and the guards, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

“Can I speak to him in private?” I ask, my gaze darting between them. It’s a plea for a moment of clarity, a chance to unravel the tangled web of lies and deceit that has haunted me for so long.

Zach hesitates, torn between his duty and my request. But as I give him a pleading look and utter, “Zach, please, I need closure,” his expression softens with understanding.

With a thoughtful nod, he gives the guards a signal to allow me to speak with Jack privately.

As I approach Jack, I notice his weakened state, his demeanor betraying the effects of the wolfbane lacing the dungeon.

It reminds me of my time at Croftwood Pack with Tristan.

I shake my head, pushing aside the memories of Croftwood Pack, and focus on the present. Jack looks at me expectantly, his words dripping with venom.

“You are a good-for-nothing, pathetic excuse of a child,” he spits again.

I give a small smile, refusing to let his insults affect me. “I told you from the onset that I would not succumb to your threats, that I would rather expose you.”

His sneer deepens. “You did well, you little slut. And where has that led you? Rejected by your fated mate, now he is mated to another she-wolf, while you watch from the sidelines.”

His words cut deep, reopening wounds I thought had healed. But I refuse to show weakness in front of him. Instead, I steel myself and muster all the strength I have left to face him with defiance.

He continues his barrage of insults, his words like daggers piercing through my defenses. “What can you ever do right? When you can’t even keep a man.”

Sasha growls in my head, threatening to unleash her fury. I struggle to suppress her, refusing to let Jack see my weakness. How he manages to gather information still baffles me at times.

With a devious smirk, I respond, “Good to know you aren’t failing in your assignment of keeping track of me.”

“I owe you nothing,” I add, my voice dripping with disdain. “And I will walk away from here, not looking back, knowing that you will rot in these dungeons.”

“What have I ever done to you?” I ask, resigning to my fate. “I just want to know why you feel so much hatred for me. It doesn’t make sense. You never stopped making my life miserable.”

“I hate your father,” he says abruptly, catching me off guard.

He continues, “I was supposed to be the alpha, as the first son, right to the throne. But because I was illegitimate, I was denied my rightful position.”

I listen in silence, feeling a pang of sympathy for the pain he must have endured.

“I let go, not wanting to dwell on the past, and wished to be his beta instead,” he continues. “But he vehemently refused, then chose someone else. I was devastated.”

“So I vowed within me that I’ll become the Alpha,” Jack admits, a hint of bitterness tainting his tone.

My heart sinks as I dread what his next words will reveal.

“So what happened?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

“So I did what I had to do to become the Alpha,” he says, giving a devious smirk. “So, my dear, I’ll leave you to ponder on the snippets I’ve told you.”

“And Kayla?” I inquire, unable to shake the sense of foreboding that grips me.

He gives a genuine smile, and in that moment, I can see the depth of his love for Kayla shining through. “She is the love of my life,” he declares, his voice filled with unwavering devotion. “I’ll choose her over and over again until eternity.”

As he reveals the history of his relationship with Kayla, my heart sinks further. They had been in love long before she found my father as her mate, and she had refused to reject her fated mate against her parent’s wishes to be with him.

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, shattering the illusion of family and love.

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I refuse to let him see my vulnerability. I hold my emotions in check, maintaining a facade of strength.

With a heavy heart, I realize that my time here is done. I nod to the guards, signaling that I’m through talking with him. As I turn to leave, I carry with me a newfound understanding of the complexities of my past and a sense of closure that I never thought possible.

As I walk, my thoughts swirl, each one vying for my attention. But amidst the chaos, one thought stands out above the rest: I need to leave Moonpeak Pack.