Mated To Alpha Kessler

I blinked, caught off guard by Conor’s request. A myriad of emotions flood my mind. “A date?” I repeated, trying to process his words.

“Yes, Lyra. I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now. I want to take you out, just the two of us, and spend some quality time together,” Conor says earnestly, his eyes reflecting his sincerity.

I take a moment to collect my thoughts, contemplating his proposal. My heart races, unsure of what to say next.

My mind drifts back to the time Kessler caught me with another guy at the club. I knew I was in the wrong, and the memory weighed heavily on my conscience. But what’s even more unsettling is the news I stumbled upon about Kessler and Annie’s engagement.

The irony of it all hits me hard: he’s moved on with Annie as his mate, while I couldn’t bring myself to accept his advances.

I vividly recall the fury in Kessler’s eyes when he found us. I shudder at the memory, wondering if the other guy survived Kessler’s wrath. His face was a gruesome sight, blood dripping.

I didn’t know what to make of this date, but the realization hit me: I was no longer his mate. So why do I feel this inexplicable obligation to seek his approval? Perhaps it’s the baby; it’s the only thing that ties me to him now.

I know I need to address this issue.

“Conor,” I started meeting his gaze with determination, “I appreciate your honesty. But look at me,” I say, pointing to my protruding belly, “I’m pregnant,” I state the obvious.

A smile spreads across Conor’s face, his eyes filled with warmth. “Lyra, do I look like I care? This makes you look even more breathtaking.”

“I don’t know your story, though it’s something I could uncover with just a snap of my fingers. But I want to hear from you. I won’t push you. When you feel it’s the right time, when you trust me enough to share some of your burdens, I’ll be right here waiting.” His words are gentle, and filled with a sense of unwavering support.

His words caused my knees to weaken beneath me. I gaze into Conor’s eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty, but to my surprise, I find none. He meant every word he said, and the sincerity in his eyes leaves me speechless.

At that moment, I realized that Conor’s offer of support wasn’t just a fleeting gesture; it was a genuine promise to stand by me through whatever challenges lie ahead.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Thank you, Conor, I’ll remember your words. And when I’m ready, I’ll share my story with you.”

“Lyra, remember, it’s just a date to spend quality time together. I’m not pressuring you to date me or anything,” Conor’s voice was gentle.

“Conor,” I began, meeting his gaze steadily, “I appreciate your honesty. And while I’m not sure what the future holds, if this is a date just to spend quality time, then it’s a yes.”

A genuine smile spreads across Conor’s face, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Thank you, Lyra. I promise I’ll make it a memorable time for both of us.”

As Conor leaned in to give me a gentle kiss on the cheek, I felt a rush of emotion wash over me. It’s a feeling I haven’t experienced in a long time, I was nervous.

It dawns on me that I haven’t been on a date in what feels like ages. My mind drifts back to my last date with Shawn, and how he had tried in his way to make it a pleasant experience.

Little did I know then that it would mark the beginning of a rollercoaster journey of change in my life, leading me to where I am now with Conor.

The thought of Kessler crosses my mind, and I find myself grappling with a flood of emotions. I tried my best to bury any feelings I may have for him deep down, but the truth remains undeniable.

I guess I loved him at some point. Yes, I still love him. Who wouldn’t love him with his rugged yet breathtakingly hot body? He could always pass for a model, effortlessly commanding attention wherever he goes.

You could see his abs when he wore a tight-fitted shirt, and the memory of his touch still lingers, sending shivers down my spine.

When he made love to me, I loved the way he paid attention to every part of my body, as if each touch was a declaration of his desire.

The thought made me shudder, and I could sense Conor giving me a look as if he understood the turmoil in my mind. But he chose not to dwell on it, but instead focus on the present moment.

“So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow by seven pm,” Conor says, breaking the silence. “I want it early so I can bring you back and you can take your rest.”

I nod my head in agreement, grateful for his consideration. I feel a sense of reassurance knowing that Conor will be there for me every step of the way.

“Now off you go to bed,” Conor says gently, guiding me to the bed and tucking me in.

I smile at his caring gesture, feeling grateful for his presence. As Conor leaves the room, I take a moment to reflect on how my day went.

But amidst the peacefulness of the moment, thoughts of Kessler creep into my mind, stirring up a mix of emotions that I’m not quite ready to confront.

With a heavy sigh, I close my eyes, hoping that sleep will offer some peace from the whirlwind of thoughts.

Then it occurred to me that if Zach was at Conor’s place, Zach and Kessler are close pals, which equally means there is every possibility that Kessler knows Conor.

This realization stirred up a whirlwind of emotions. The thought of Kessler and Conor being connected leaves me feeling uncertain about what lies ahead.