Mated To Alpha Kessler

I gave a soft knock, and then the door flew open, revealing Kessler. He left the door ajar as I walked in.

He moved closer to me, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest in anxiety. He tugged my hair behind my ear, and I shivered just feeling him on my skin. I stumbled back, and sweat trickled down my neck.

I swallowed hard, trying to quell the rising panic clawing at my throat. Every fiber of my being screamed to run, to escape the suffocating atmosphere enveloping us. But I was frozen, rooted to the spot by fear and uncertainty.

As he reached out to touch me again, his fingertips grazing my skin, I flinched involuntarily. I struggled to maintain composure, to mask the turmoil within me.

Our proximity made the liquid drop from my core. I stumbled back as my thigh hit the bed, his eyes narrow, searching my face.

This wasn’t what I was expecting from him. With the anger he unleashed on the guy at the club, Kessler could be many things, but I can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right. He’s up to no good.

As his gaze bore into mine, I felt a wave of unease, with a hint of dread. His demeanor was unsettling, different from the charming front he often wore in public.

I struggled to find my voice, to confront him about the tension between us. But fear held me captive, trapping me in silence.

But curiosity mingled with apprehension, got me rooted to the spot as I awaited his next move with bated breath.

Fire burns within me as I just want to ravish him and make him cum right on me. But I was careful not to overstep my boundary, so I swiftly tightened my thigh, trying to stiffen the burning in my core.

I inhale a sharp breath as Kessler places his hand on my thigh, pushing my dress up. Kessler makes me feel many emotions I tried my best not to feel around him.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

His touch sends a jolt of electricity through my veins, igniting a storm of desire within me.

I struggle to maintain control over my racing heartbeat, but as his hand lingers on my thigh, inching higher with each moment, I find myself on the edge of surrender.

In a swift second, I noticed a click, and looking up, I realized I’d been handcuffed to the bed.

“What the fuck,” I muttered, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and anger.

I struggled against the restraints, my heart pounding with fury and desire.

Despite the anger burning hot in my chest, a part of me yearns for the touch of his hands, the intensity of his gaze, even as I curse him under my breath. But the realization dawns on me that I am at his mercy.

He looked at me with a devious gleam in his eyes and said, “Be a good girl and stay right in place until your heat is over.”

“I hate you, Kessler!” I shouted, my teeth gritted in defiance.

“Can’t say the same for you,” he replied, moving closer to force my short dress up. I shuddered under his touch, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

I couldn’t fathom what he was planning as he traced his finger down to my butt, a spark igniting with every inch of his touch. My knee gave out, betraying the weakness that beat through me as his presence invaded my senses.

I tried to turn around, but he pressed his body against mine, his presence overpowering me. With a firm hand, he pushed my panties aside and thrust his finger into my pussy.

A moan escaped my lips as I struggled to form coherent words. “Ke…Kess…Kessler,” I gasped, my breathing quickening as he continued to thrust inside me. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through my body, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.

I imagine how his dick would feel inside me, how it would fill me and satisfy the burning hunger that consumed me. The tension drove me wild, my desire for him reaching a fever pitch as I craved his touch more than ever.

My body was buzzing with sexual tension, every nerve alive with desire, as if I’d forgotten who he was. “He’s our mate, Sasha purred in my head,” Shut up!” I screamed, trying to silence the voice within.

He stopped what he was doing to me, his movements freezing as he looked at me, stunned. With a bewildered expression, he withdrew his finger and stepped aside, his gaze scrutinizing me intently.

I felt a pang of disappointment, longing for his finger inside of me once more. I knew he must think I was crazy right now, unaware that I had shouted at my wolf.

Taking a hesitant glance at him, I couldn’t ignore the bulge in his trousers. My mind raced with illicit thoughts, imagining it in my mouth, sucking on it until he couldn’t resist me any longer.

“When did you become a whore, Lyra?” Sasha’s voice echoed in my mind, mocking me. “Leave me the fuck alone!” I screamed back, my frustration.

Shame and arousal tangled together, weave a web of confusion. His gaze bore into mine, I could sense his silent judgment.

He stepped back even further, his eyes never leaving mine as he shook his head in disbelief. Without a word, he turned and left me standing alone in his room.

“Sasha, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I whispered, my voice filled with frustration. “He’ll think I’m crazy with the way I snapped twice.”

“What does it matter?” Sasha said bitterly. “He is your father’s killer, remember?” And yet, despite the gravity of that truth, you found myself growing used to his presence, and don’t forget he is engaged to Annie.

The mere idea of it sent anger through my veins. “He took me in, marked me,” I seethed, “and hid the fact that I was his mate. What does he stand to gain?”

The thought of him hiding me away forever while parading Annie as his chosen mate was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that I was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game.

The anger made my head boil as I struggled under the weight of the handcuff. I tried to wiggle my hand free from it. After much futile effort, relief washed over me as my hand was finally free from the handcuff.

I gasped at the realization that I was free. Exhausted, tired, and hungry, I wouldn’t mind linking anyone since I hadn’t been officially accepted into the pack.

With the weight of exhaustion, I curled up in bed and brought the duvet closer to me as I inhaled his scent, it helped me calm a bit and in no time I drifted off to sleep.

I was in dreamland already as Kessler and Annie were in the garden professing love to each other. The sight made my heart sting, and tug as I couldn’t come to terms with the scene unfolding before me. I moved closer to them, I slapped him right to his face, “How dare you,” then I suddenly woke up from the dream.

“What kind of dream is this?” I thought. The realization of me slapping Kessler made me smile, and the thought of Kessler professing love to Annie made me remember the real reason I found myself at the club.

I noticed the door was about to open, so I hurriedly lay down and covered myself with a duvet.

I knew Kessler would be in awe of how I got the handcuff out.

Pretending to be asleep, he walked in, his scent filling the room. But he had a questioning look on his face.