Mated To Alpha Kessler

Cara’s eyes narrow as she observes the intimate embrace between Olivia and me. Her jaw clenches, and I can feel the tension building within her.

Olivia notices my tense emotions and follows my gaze to where Cara stands. Her brow furrows.

I couldn’t help but wonder what might have transpired between them in the past. The tension in the air was palpable, and I felt like I was caught in the middle of a storm brewing between these two women.

Cara’s gaze remained fixed on Olivia, her expression guarded yet curious. I could sense her unease and the questions swirling in her mind.

Olivia’s voice brought me back from my thoughts, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled over us. “I’ve seen this face before.”

Her words sparked Cara’s curiosity even more, evident in the way she furrowed her brow.

“Not you, but an older version of someone that looks like you,” Olivia continued, her expression thoughtful.

Suddenly, it dawned on me. Olivia must have known Cara’s mother as well. She used to visit the Moonpeak pack frequently until she stopped coming altogether.

I moved closer to Cara, sensing the tension easing slightly, and introduced her to Olivia. “Meet my mate, Cara.”

“Oh, I’m Olivia, Kessler’s sister,” Olivia introduces herself, a hint of recognition in her eyes. “And I love your ginger hair,” she adds with a smile, directing her compliment to Cara.

Cara visibly relaxes a bit, feeling better now that she understands who Olivia is. “Nice to meet you, Olivia, and thanks for the compliment,” Cara responds, returning the smile.

“I’ve seen you before but can’t place it,” Cara continues, her brows furrowing in thought.

Just then, Kessler moves closer to us, placing his hand on Cara’s shoulder. I let out a low growl instinctively, but Kessler remains unfazed as he introduces Cara again.

“Meet my half-sister, Cara,” Kessler says, his voice calm.

Olivia looks between Kessler, Cara, and me, her eyes widening in surprise. “So I have a sister?”

We all nod, the atmosphere shifting as the revelation sinks in for Olivia.

“Oh my goodness, this is one of the best news I’ve heard in ages!” Olivia exclaims, rushing over to Cara and giving her a tight hug.

Cara returns the hug, but I can sense Olivia squeezing a bit too tightly. Cara subtly mind-links me, pleading for help, “Please save me.”

I chuckle softly and move closer to gently intervene. “Sorry about that, Olivia is just a bit overwhelmed with happiness to have a sister.”

Olivia releases Cara from the hug, looking between Kessler and me, trying to piece together how this new family connection came to be. The air is filled with emotions-excitement, curiosity.

Kessler broke the silence by asking Olivia, “Do you remember Rosie?”

Olivia nodded her head in acknowledgment.

Kessler continued, “Rosie happened to be Dad’s mate. She got pregnant for Dad, and here is the result,” he said, pointing to Cara.

I felt a sense of gratitude towards the Frodd family for accepting Cara with open arms. Despite Kessler’s mother’s initial indifference, she hadn’t acted strangely towards Cara. It was hard to gauge Margaret’s true emotions, as she often kept them hidden behind a stoic facade.

My union with Cara has been nothing short of sweet. I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. She has this incredible ability to make me feel a whirlwind of emotions all at once.

Cara lights up the room wherever she goes. Her presence is captivating, and she naturally draws attention to any gathering. Being with her fills me with immense joy, and I find myself thanking the moon goddess every day for bringing her into my life.

Her laughter is like music to my ears, and her smile can brighten even the darkest of days. Every moment with her is filled with love, laughter, and a deep sense of connection that I cherish with all my heart.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

I am grateful every day for Cara’s love and presence in my life. She is my soulmate, my rock, and my greatest source of happiness. With her by my side, I feel complete, and I look forward to every moment we share.

Lyra’s role in bringing Cara into my life is something I’ll always be thankful for. Her presence has enriched my life in ways I couldn’t have imagined.

I decided to mind-link Kessler to ask about Lyra’s condition. The emotional drain on him is evident, and I can see that he’s now a shadow of his former self. He stays by Lyra’s side each day, refusing to eat, consumed by worry and fear.

It’s been five days since the incident, and Lyra still hasn’t woken up. My heart aches with the longing for her to be healthy and lively again. I miss my little one dearly and wish more than anything for her recovery.

I know she will come through because she is fierce and a fighter. Her strength and resilience have always been remarkable.

Despite the challenges, I appreciate Kessler’s hopeful attitude. It’s not entirely his fault for what’s happening now. Annie’s deceit fooled us all, creating this difficult situation.

Suddenly, we notice the medical team rushing towards Lyra’s ward, and I can see panic in their eyes. The sense of urgency sends a wave of apprehension through me, and I can only hope that Lyra will pull through.

That sudden commotion caught our attention, and we all turned towards the direction of Lyra’s ward.

In a swift movement, Kessler made his way towards the ward with long strides, and we all followed suit, eager to know what was happening.

My heart raced with hope, praying for good news. I remembered how devastated Kessler was when he lost his first mate, which fueled my prayers for Lyra’s quick recovery.

The doctor hurried along with us, reaching the door of the ward. He paused and turned to us, saying, “Please, you’ll have to stay outside while I attend to her.” The seriousness in his tone didn’t go unnoticed.

I could see Kessler attempting to protest, his emotions raw and palpable. But I held onto his shoulder, silently pleading with my eyes for him to listen to the doctor’s instructions.

Reluctantly, he stepped back, his shoulders slumping as he sank to the floor. Worry and helplessness overwhelm him, and for a moment, he let down his guard, allowing himself to show the vulnerability he had been suppressing.