Mated To Alpha Kessler

I’m seething with anger at this point. I don’t know what to make of this rollercoaster of events unfolding before me today. I came to Northville to find peace, not needing anyone to add to the stress of the pregnancy I’ve been dealing with.

Conor moves closer to Zach and shoves him hard in the chest. Zach stumbles and falls onto the couch, then quickly regains consciousness and launches himself at Conor.

They started rolling on the floor and throwing punches at each other. I felt a surge of anger but had no power within me to separate two hefty men.

Meanwhile, Emma had gone to the nearby store to get some groceries.

Conor overpowered Zach, pinning him down and throwing punches while Zach struggled beneath him.

In no time, Zach managed to turn Conor over and returned the punches with equal force.

“I’ve had enough of this!” I screamed at the top of my voice, trying to get their attention. But they were so consumed by their fight that they seemed oblivious to my shouts.

An idea flashed in my mind. I dashed to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of flour, and hurried back to where they were wrestling. Without hesitation, I poured the flour over both of them.

The sudden white cloud and the feeling of flour covering their bodies brought their senses back.

Conor and Zach froze abruptly, looking at each other in surprise and confusion, their faces now comically adorned with flour.

Despite the amusing sight, I couldn’t find their childish tantrums funny, given the seriousness of their brawl moments ago.

“What the fuck is wrong with both of you? Can’t you just be civil with each other for my sake?” I lashed out at both of them, frustration evident in my voice.

Zach defended himself, “He shoved me first, Lyra. I can’t just stand back and watch him get away with that.”

“Shut the fuck up, Zach! You were in his goddamn space,” I retorted, my patience wearing thin.

“Exactly,” Conor added. “What the fuck is he doing here?” he exclaimed, angry by the entire situation.

I turned to him, still agitated. “You say one more word and I’ll shove more of this flour into your goddamn mouth,” I warned, my patience wearing thin. “If he was in your damn space, is that enough reason for you to take matters into your own hands and throw a punch at him?”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “You both have an ugly past, but that’s not enough reason for you to act like kids.

Grow up and act your age,” I stated firmly, hoping to bring some sense into the heated exchange.

Exhaustion washed over me as I resigned myself to fate and slumped onto the couch, my mind swirling with thoughts.

I can’t keep doing this. If I want peace, I need to leave. Kessler and Zach will always show up at will because of me, and it won’t end well.”

With that resolve firm in my mind, I stomped to my room, I hastily grabbed a duffel bag and started packing a few essentials. I retrieved my credit card and returned to the sitting room, ready to make a decisive move toward reclaiming my peace of mind.

They were shocked to see me with a duffel bag, and both asked in unison, “Where are you going?”

“Don’t you dare ask me where I’m going,” I snapped. “Leave me the fuck alone, and I’ll be out of your air.”

I glanced around the messy sitting room and pointed at both of them. “Clean this up,” I ordered, gesturing toward the disarray in the living room.

Stomping out of the house, I felt the cold breeze of the evening on my face. I hailed a cab and instructed the driver to take me to a nearby hotel.

“Yes, ma’am,” the cab driver acknowledged as we drove off, leaving behind the tense atmosphere of the pack house.

Sitting in the back of the cab, I found myself lost in a sea of thoughts, reflecting on every decision I’ve made in my life.

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Loneliness has been a constant companion since my father’s passing. I wish he were still alive; I know things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

He would have put things in place to ease my pain and guide me through these challenging times. Though he may not have been my biological father, I owe him accolades for never giving up on me.

“Ma’am, we are here,” the cab driver’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts as we arrived at the nearby hotel.

Stepping out of the cab, I took a moment to look around, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity in this new town. “Your uncle is locked up in the dungeon, remember,” I reminded myself, a reminder of the complex dynamics of my situation.

“Sasha,” I whispers “you left me alone all this while. This isn’t fair. I thought we were intertwined.”

“I’m always here with you, just that I chose to keep quiet and watch from the sidelines.”

Inside the hotel, someone offered to grab my bag as I made my way to the front desk.

“Good evening, ma’am,” greeted the receptionist politely.

“Good evening, Ciara,” I greeted her warmly, glancing at her name tag.

“Good evening,” Ciara replied with a warm smile. “How may I help you?”

“I need a suite to sleep for a week.”

“Okay, ma’am, let me run a check for you,” Ciara said with a chuckle, clicking away on the computer with efficiency.

After a moment, she beamed with joy. “Here is the key, ma’am, and please swipe your card to pay.”

I thanked her and took the key, feeling relief at finally having a place to rest after the unfriendly events of the day.

Swiping my card as instructed. She then instructed one of the attendants to lead me to my ensuite room.

As I entered the room, I was captivated by the environment; it was breathtaking. Away from prying eyes, I walked into the room and sank onto the comfortable bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day starting to weigh on me.

The ensuite bathroom was well-equipped with everything needed to pamper one’s skin. I decided to treat myself to a bubble bath, filling the tub with warm water and luxurious bubbles. The soothing warmth eased my aching nerves, providing a moment of much-needed relaxation.

After some time, I noticed that the bubbles had melted, signaling that it was time to leave the bath. As I dried off and changed into comfortable clothes, my stomach growled, reminding me of my hunger. I picked up the intercom and ordered room service to satisfy my appetite.

Within five minutes, my food arrived, and I was impressed by their top-notch customer service and quick action. The meal was superb, and as I dived into it, I found it soothing. Realizing that I hadn’t eaten much earlier, I made sure to enjoy every bite.

Once I had finished my meal, I relaxed on the comfortable couch and turned on the television. I decided to watch some music videos and found myself vibing to the music.

However, when a song that wasn’t my favorite came on, I switched to another channel. Just then, a picture displayed on the screen caught my attention, prompting me to stop in my tracks and read the news ticker scrolling across the bottom of the screen. I was shocked to find out that…