Mated To Alpha Kessler

Lyra’s POV

A group of wolves appeared, surrounding me from all sides. My heart raced in my chest as I looked around, trying to decide what I needed to do. I couldn’t run because I was outnumbered.

Then, I saw one of the wolves shift, standing there in his naked form, and I couldn’t believe it. It was Tristan.

My mind reeled with disbelief and panic surged through me as I realized the gravity of my situation. I knew I was in serious trouble.

In a split second, my instincts kicked in, and I tried to escape. I couldn’t let him catch me after managing to escape from him. But he grabbed me, his eyes blazing with fury, and pressed down on my neck.

I struggled against his grip, wriggling in pain as I cried out, “Tristan, please!”

But my words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Tristan’s hold remained rigid.

I continued to struggle, then I noticed he released his grip from my neck.

But as I tried to move, I realized I was chained with silver. Would things ever get better? I felt utterly powerless, with no will to fight back.

In no time, I was brought back to the pack I dreaded most, the one I had run away from.

As I was dragged back to the pack’s territory. The pack members looked at me with their snarls and growls.

I could feel their eyes boring into me, assessing me with contempt. Among them, Tristan stood tall, his expression unreadable.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

I braced myself for whatever fate awaited me within the Croftwood pack, knowing that escape was no longer an option as I resigned to fate.

Memories flooded my mind as I thought back to the night I was first brought to this pack. I remember being locked up for two weeks without seeing light.

I didn’t know what bargain my uncle had with Tristan, but I was later joined by another omega, serving in the pack.

We were not treated fairly like every other member of the pack. We had a routine for chores, and with time, I blended in.

But I noticed whenever Tristan looked at me he creeped me. I tried every means to stay away from serving him.

Despite my efforts to steer clear of Tristan, it seemed as though fate had other plans. our paths crossed more frequently.

Each encounter filled me with a sense of dread, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I felt his predatory stare.

But it finally happened one night.

Flashback

The first night he had his way with me, he came to the room I occupied with the other omega, but I don’t seem to know how he did it. I was the only one in the room that night.

He walked in with a devious smirk. I shivered in fear.

He creeps me out with his looks. Hurriedly, I stood up, covering myself, and I muttered with surprise and fear, “Good evening, Alpha.”

“Yes, Lyra,” he replied, his eyes not leaving mine. He walked closer to me, his gaze unwavering.

He stopped right in front of me, and he moved his hand to my face. I stepped back, but he gave me a stern look that made me cower in fear.

He was suffocating, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. I could feel his gaze piercing through me, stripping away any semblance of control I had left.

“Lyra,” he spoke, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down my spine. “I see you have been avoiding me.”

I remained silent, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to find the words to respond. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to escape from the predator disguised as an Alpha.

Trapped in his gaze, I could do nothing but surrender to the overwhelming sense of helplessness.

He moved his hand down to my breast. With shaky hands, I tried to shield them so he wouldn’t have a feel of them.

“You will not dare,” his voice boomeranged with anger. “I bought you for a reason, and you will submit to my command.”

With a shaky breath and my body trembling in fear, I nodded, dreading what he would do next. Suddenly, he pushed me onto the bed.

I gasped as my heart almost jumped out of my chest. He came closer, and his hand went straight to my pants.

My eyes widened in surprise as I tried to move to one side, preventing him, but he started playing with my clitoris. I squirmed in fear.

He continued to pump his finger into me. “No, Alpha, please,” I said.

He hurriedly shut me up with his lips on mine. I wriggled under him, trying to pry myself away from him, but he wouldn’t budge. He was stronger, so he overpowered me with his strength.

His touch felt like fire against my skin, igniting disgust and fear deep within me. With each thrust, my sense of self slipped away,

I was helpless as tears welled up in my eyes as I endured his assault.

He disconnected his mouth from mine. I tried to scream, but immediately he looked at me with fury evident in his eyes and said “One more scream from you, and I’m going to fucking make you regret it.”

With a shaky breath and in fear, I nodded my head and stifled my mouth with my hands to suppress the cry that wanted to escape me.

“Very good,” he said as he unbuckled his belt and slowly brought his trousers down, his eyes fixed on me, challenging me not to go against him.

My body tensed as his trousers fell, I felt nausea as I realized the depths of his vice.

As he slowly slid his pants down, my eyes widened in shock at the size of his cock.

I wanted to move away, but he held me steady, and without warning, he pushed it inside me.

My eyes widened, and tears fell from my eyes. I struggled under him; he was stronger than me. He gave me a smirk and started grinding inside me. He was enjoying it as I tried pushing him away from me… Please.

He didn’t listen to my plea as he continued to thrust mercilessly, hard, and fast. His hand pressed against my mouth as a low groan escaped his own.

His movements were relentless and merciless, each thrust sent shockwaves of pain through me, leaving me feeling raw and vulnerable.

I fought against him with every ounce of strength I could muster, but it was futile. He held me in his grasp, his dominance crushing.

I tried with all my strength to push him away despite the pain. My world felt like it had been ripped apart. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

He continued thrusting hard, his hand still on my mouth as I struggled under him.

His body shuddered within minutes. I noticed that he emptied himself inside me, and I was disgusted.

He stood up, his eyes not leaving mine. I was in pain, and I closed my legs, hoping it would help ease the discomfort I felt in my core.

He wore his clothes as if nothing had happened. Then, he moved closer, kissed my forehead, and casually left the room as if nothing had occurred.

Once he stepped out, my heart raced fast as tears streamed through my eyes. I couldn’t fathom what just happened. My hand shook as I gripped the bedsheet tightly. I cried my eyes out until I had no more strength in me to continue.

End of flashback

Now returning to this godforsaken pack brought back memories I don’t want to remember.

I tried to stay strong at the Moonpeak pack, but Kessler kept messing with my head. Damn, the mate bond.

After I was forced to shift back, I was thrown into the dungeon. But one question keeps coming to mind: Will Kessler come looking for me?