Mated To Alpha Kessler

When Kessler called me “Sunshine” and mentioned there was something else, my curiosity piqued. I could sense his uncertainty, but I leaned in, asking, “What is it?”

“I know she did many things to you that she wasn’t proud of,” he began. “She said it before she passed away-she couldn’t look into your eyes and ask for forgiveness.”

I nodded slowly, trying to grasp the significance of Kessler’s words and where he was leading this conversation.

“Annie wants us to be the godparents to her baby,” Kessler said hurriedly, as if the words were burning on his tongue. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across my face. Playfully, I smacked him on the chest and teased, “Is that what was taking you forever to say?”

Kessler chuckled, a weight lifted off his shoulders. “Yes, I wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

“Of course,” I replied with sincerity. “We’ll be great godparents. But you hurt my feelings, Kessler, for thinking that I would say no to being the godmother to Annie’s baby.”

Turning around, I made my way to my room. I didn’t appreciate Kessler’s doubt in my willingness to take up the offer. Despite Annie’s past actions, I couldn’t let hatred consume me and make the poor child’s life miserable. It was important to honor Annie’s wishes and provide love and care for her daughter.

Kessler was hot on my tail as I walked to my room, ignoring his calls. I was tired, and I needed to take a bath. My leg was sore from standing, and I was hungry at the same time. Truth be told, I just wanted to be alone, to curl up in bed and forget about everything that happened with Ryder and Annie.

I couldn’t help but feel for them both. Judging from the effects of the substance I injected into Ryder with the syringe, I doubted he’d ever be sane again. I cringed at the thought that it could have been me in his place. I felt for Annie, not being able to live and take care of her child. It’s a fate I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

“Lyra,” Kessler’s voice brought me out of my thoughts as I finally turned to him, standing just by the entrance of his door. I looked around, checking for any prying eyes, but he opened the door for me and motioned for me to go inside. I walked in and headed to my room. To my surprise, Kessler followed me.

“Kessler, please, I’m tired and I need to take my bath and get some rest. My leg also feels sore.”

“So we’re back to ‘Kessler,’ not ‘my big Alpha’ again,” he said, but I chose to keep quiet.

“I know, you are angry with me,” he added.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I struggled to hold back a blush, determined to address the issues directly. “Why wouldn’t I be angry with you, Kessler? For you to think that I would have said otherwise about being the godmother to Annie’s baby… At least give me some credit,” I snapped.

“I’m sorry, Lyra,” he finally said. Kessler’s apology and softened expression made it difficult for me to press further. Feeling exhausted, I decided to change the subject. “No problem, Kessler. I’ll accept the offer of being the godmother. Are you happy now?”

Kessler’s face lit up with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Lyra. I appreciate it,” his eyes fixed solely on me. I nodded, returning a small smile. “You’re welcome,” I replied, trying to keep the conversation brief, hoping he would take his leave now.

Instead of leaving, Kessler moved closer to me and guided me to a nearby couch. I sat down, puzzled about his intentions. He then pulled a bedside stool close and sat down.

Confused, I asked, “What are you doing?” Trying to make sense of his actions.

“Give me your leg,” he said, reaching out his hand towards me. I didn’t want to, but he moved down and placed one of my legs on his knee as he started massaging it. He started working his magic, and to say the least, I was impressed. I muttered, “Damn, you are good at this, Kessler.”

He chuckled without saying a word, but he was looking at me as if he were trying to piece together the puzzle of my soul. I felt a rush of emotions, but I didn’t want to give in to them right now, so I avoided his gaze. Still, I could feel his eyes burning a hole into my body. I couldn’t concentrate any longer.

“I have to voice out my thoughts, Kessler. You’re making me nervous with your look,” I said, feeling the need to address the tension in the air.

He smiled and looked down, his hands continuing to work their magic on my leg. It was a soothing experience, and I found myself allowing him to take charge. “Do you feel better?” he asked gently.

With my eyes closed, I rested my head back on the couch and nodded. “Yes,” I replied softly. I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as I enjoyed the massage. Kessler then put down my leg and shifted his attention to the other one, his touch still gentle and comforting.

I opened my eyes and realized he was looking at me with lust. I might have stirred that in him with my moan. “I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing what else to say as I hurriedly moved my leg away from his hand.

“What’s that for?” he asked, surprised by my sudden movement.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said sincerely, withdrawing his hand and giving me some space.

“No, it’s not that,” I replied quickly, feeling a bit flustered. “I just… didn’t expect things to feel… different. I think I’ve had enough massages for now; I need to shower,” I said hastily as I stood up, eager to put some distance between us.

“Why? I was just working on the other leg,” he said with a confused look, clearly puzzled by my abrupt decision.

I knew what I saw in his eyes, and I doubted if I’d be able to control myself if I eventually gave in to those emotions. I’d been craving steaming hot sex lately, which is one of the reasons I bought a dildo. But then, he chose to show up and disrupt my moment. The thought of the way he passionately kissed me when he caught me with the dildo made me crave him even more.

Shaking my head to clear the numerous thoughts running through it, I suddenly noticed him snapping his fingers in front of my face, asking, “Are you okay?”

I glanced at his lips and nodded silently. I felt dumbfounded, unable to speak at that moment. But reality quickly snapped back, and I forced myself to focus on the present. “Yes, I’m okay,” I finally managed to reply, though my voice came out slightly shaky.

I could perceive the scent of my arousal. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, feeling wet all over in my panties. I knew he could perceive it too because he smiled. Embarrassed, I rushed into the bathroom.

Placing my hand on my chest, I felt my racing heartbeats. I knew he must sense my heartbeat too. I slumped on the floor, trying to calm myself. Kessler evoked emotions in me that I never knew existed for any man.

I stripped off my clothes, craving a warm bath, and thankfully, I had some rejuvenating bath oils. In no time, I was done and wrapped a towel around me. As I was about to step out, I remembered Kessler was still in my room. Placing my hand on my chest, I tried to calm myself, imagining how it would be if he saw me just in a towel, considering the emotions and lust I saw in his eyes earlier.

Straining my ears, I listened for any signs of him in my room, but I heard no heartbeat. Relieved, I knew he had left. I dumped my clothes in the laundry basket and looked into the mirror, taking a deep breath to gather my thoughts. Then, I moved to the door and opened it.

To my surprise, he was there, resting on my bed. He gave me a knowing smirk as his eyes raked my body from head to toe. Shuddering under his gaze, I doubted if I could control myself around this hot, sexy man lounging comfortably on my bed.