Mated To Alpha Kessler

Getting to the room prepared for me, I’m awestruck because everything has been set and prepared for my arrival. Funny enough, I can’t quite place the name with a face.

I make a mental note to thank Shawn for going all out for me.

I’m happy to breathe fresh new air away from the rollercoaster of emotions I felt at Moonpeak pack.

I don’t need to look behind me as if I’m being watched now that my uncle is locked up in the dungeon.

With a sigh of contentment, I take a moment to appreciate the peace of my surroundings. It’s a welcome change from the chaos and drama I left behind.

But amidst the calm, a nagging sense of unease lingers in the back of my mind. I can’t shake the feeling that trouble still lurks around the corner, waiting to rear its head when I least expect it. For now, though, I push those worries aside.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I hope he gets a judgment for the pain and heartache he has caused me.

As for my mother, I’ll let her be and live my life as if I have no one.

And as for my real parents, I don’t know how to reach them. Whatever surrounds my birth is not enough reason to discard me like trash.

It’s a heartless act. No child should go through the pain and torture I endured in the hands of my uncle, and most especially Tristan.

But despite the scars and the turmoil, I refuse to let my past define me. I am determined to carve out a new path for myself, one filled with hope and possibility.

With each step forward, I strive to break free from the chains of my past, embracing the freedom and independence that now lie before me.

Kessler was nice to me, but I can’t shake the discomfort of being around him, knowing fully well that he killed the only person who took care of me as a father.

My father and I had a close bond. He will forever remain my father. He was a doting father, always ready to make time for me despite his busy nature as an alpha.

I never lacked anything-physically, emotionally, or otherwise. Kayla and my father appear to be in love, or perhaps they pretend around me so I won’t suspect a thing.

It happens. Taking a moment to reflect on those days, I remember them, then straighten up and put on a facade of affection whenever they see me around.

I make my way to the bathroom and run a warm bath, allowing the water to flow freely to soothe my aching body.

This escape, this time, was well planned. As I smile at my reflection in the mirror, I feel nothing but free.

I take a deep breath, relishing the sense of liberation that washes over me. For the first time in what feels like forever, I am in control of my destiny.

I come out of the bathroom, checking the closet for my nightie, and luckily, I find one. I cuddle up with the pillow and drift off to sleep in bliss.

I haven’t slept peacefully in a long while, and for this, I am content.

………..

The next day, a gentle knock on my door wakes me from sleep. I hurriedly get up, straighten my nightie, and walk to the door.

Conor is standing there with an amused look on his face.

“What’s funny?” I ask him.

“Nothing, just your hair. They’re all over the place,” he chuckles.

“I just woke up, Conor,” I reply with a slight smirk, running a hand through my disheveled hair.

He chuckles and says, “It’s eleven am, Lyra.”

My eyes widen in shock as the realization hits me that I had slept in so late.

“I didn’t see you around and thought I would check on you. Holly would like to see you in her office,” Conor informs me.

“Oh, thank you. I’ll be ready in thirty minutes,” I reply, feeling a sense of urgency. I quickly close the door behind him.

I rush to the bathroom and quickly take care of everything. In no time, I’m out of the bathroom. I open the closet and I’m wowed by what I see.

When I say everything is intact, it’s an understatement. I can’t wait to meet this Holly and thank her for allowing me to stay.

I make a mental note not to get too comfortable and to focus on finding work so I can gather myself and move out quickly.

I wear a fitted gown that falls a little below my knee. I style my hair in a messy bun and walk out.

Immediately I step out, Conor’s hand is mid-air, about to knock again.

I give him a gentle smile and tell him I’m ready. He walks me to Holly’s office.

Before entering the office, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for whoever Holly might be.

As I step in, my breath catches in my throat as I realize who Holly is.

I walk nervously towards her and greet her. Holly hates my guts; she bullied me every chance she got, especially when it came to Shawn and me being together.

She looks up at me, and I’m surprised that she doesn’t recognize me. She gives me a sweet smile.

I’m taken aback. This must be so wrong. Holly would never give me a sweet smile. Nonetheless, I return the smile.

She walks up to me and says, “Oh, you must be Lyra.” I’m confused as hell.

I stutter, “Y-yes, I’m Lyra.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says.

“Shawn told me the circumstances surrounding your coming here, and I must say you are highly welcome,” she continues.

I still look at her skeptically, wondering if she’s going to cause drama. She’s a drama queen, and to say the least, she hates my guts.

I go with the flow and reply, “Thank you so much for your hospitality, ma’am.”

“Oh, come off it. Just call me Holly,” she says.

“Yes, Holly.”

“Finally, I get to see a female around here, not just these grumpy Conor, Kaden, and Steve.”

“I’m still here, Holly,” Conor says with a smirk.

“We sure will catch up some other time, but in the meantime, feel free to explore,” Holly says.

“I have lots of work to do. In my free time, I’ll send for you.”

“Okay, Holly,” I reply.

Conor and I step out. I breathed a sigh of relief, releasing the air that I had held.

Conor looks at me and says, “Here we go again.”

I roll my eyes and continue walking.

But I stop abruptly and turn to face Conor.

“What?” he asks me.

“Has Holly always been this sweet?” I inquire.

He gives a toothy grin, perhaps understanding my question.

“This is a new Holly.”

I am shocked, then I realize I wasn’t mistaken; this is the same Holly who made my life miserable despite being an alpha’s daughter.

I turn to Conor and ask, “What is the cause of this sudden change for Holly?”