Mated To Alpha Kessler

I feel furious at the fact that Lyra has been kidnapped, and all he can do is be in another woman’s company when he promised to claim Lyra as his own.

“What the fuck, Kessler,” he says, touching his bleeding nose.

At this point, I don’t care. I boom in anger, “Where the fuck is Lyra?”

His face becomes somber as he realizes the reason for my outburst. He says nothing but stares into space.

I stride toward him, my fists clenched in fury. “Answer me, damn it! What have you done with her?”

Conor’s gaze remains fixed on some distant point, his expression unreadable. “I… I don’t know,” he stammers, his voice barely a whisper.

I grab him by the collar, shaking him violently. “You can’t tell me you don’t know where my mate is!”

That seems to strike a chord because he starts laughing. What’s so funny, I wonder?Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He laughs out loud, and it seems like he has no intention of stopping any time soon. “Stop the crap and stop behaving like a maniac!” I shout, frustration boiling inside me.

His laughter grates on my nerves, fueling my rage. I tighten my grip on his collar, my knuckles turning white with the force of my grip.

“You think this is a joke?” I growl, my voice low and menacing. “Lyra’s life is at stake, and you find it amusing?”

“Your mate? I didn’t know I’d live to see the day when you’d be delusional right in front of me,” Kessler sneers, his words like a dagger to my heart. “Truth be told, I’ve searched everywhere for Lyra, and I haven’t gotten any leads.”

I stumble back, his words crushing me. Finding an available space, I collapse onto it, unable to come to terms with the idea of losing Lyra. She’s out there somewhere, and I refuse to accept that I might never see her again.

“I don’t believe you, you’re hiding something. Tell me everything you know, now!”

But Conor just stares back at me, his eyes betraying no hint of remorse or guilt.

Conor, whom I thought would give me a lead to where Lyra is, became futile. He runs the whole damn city, so how come he says he doesn’t know where to find her?

I know I haven’t been the best to her, but Conor has been the worst in ensuring her safety.

If Conor, with all his power and influence, can’t find her, then who can? But in all, one thing remains certain: I’ll stop at nothing to bring Lyra back.

The lady Conor was with had a look like she was assessing me, trying to place where she had seen me before.

“You must be Kessler,” she said, stretching out her hand. I stared at her for a moment, then managed to take her hand in a firm shake.

“I’m Holly, Conor’s sister.”

Holly? Conor never mentioned having a sister. He and his brothers are known for being ruthless.

She gave a small smile and explained, “I’m their half-sister. We only share one parent.”

“Oh, that explains it.”

“Nice to meet you, Holly,” I say, trying to maintain a polite facade. “What brings you here?”

Holly’s smile falters for a moment before she regains her composure. “I heard about Lyra, and I wanted to offer my help in any way I can.”

“I appreciate that, Holly,” forcing a small smile. “Any help you can provide would be greatly appreciated.”

“Can we all go in and talk? I had to take the next available flight when Conor told me about Lyra’s disappearance.”

I look at Conor, my gaze is piercing and accusatory. “So, he had started making moves on how to find her and he kept me in the dark?”

Holly’s presence raises more questions in my mind. Who is she, and how does she know about Lyra?

As if sensing my thoughts, Holly speaks up. “I was here when Lyra came. We all grew up together, though I can’t remember much because I’m having amnesia.”

My eyes snap to Conor, as I silently thank him for taking swift action regarding Lyra. He gives a nod in acknowledgment.

But that doesn’t make us friends. I’m still pissed at him for letting Lyra be taken away right under his watch.

Holly addresses us, breaking the tension in the room. “I’m sorry we had to meet this way, but we’re all here with a common goal of finding Lyra.”

Holly continues, “When Shawn explained to me about the peculiarity of the Lyra case, I knew she was someone who shouldn’t be left all alone.”

“God damn you, Shawn,” I cursed, I should have seen, that he helped her escape from my pack. It was so smooth that no one would point a hand at him.

Zach looks at me, and I can tell his thoughts mirror mine.

“So I planted a tracking device on her phone, and that should give us a lead to finding her,” Holly reveals.

I raise an eyebrow, impressed by her resourcefulness. She sounds smart.

Holly gives a modest nod, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m a tech expert, so it was easy for me to track her device,” she explains, answering my unspoken question.

I feel a sense of relief knowing that we have a potential lead in our search for Lyra. Holly’s proves invaluable, I thought Holly is one of Conor’s many whores, Conor’s history of chasing anything in a skirt is hard to ignore.

Holly continues, her voice pulling me back to the present. “So the last time I called her cell phone, someone picked up, which helped me get her location.”

Her words jolt me from my thoughts, and a surge of hope floods through me. This could be it – the breakthrough we’ve been waiting for.

“She’s somewhere here,” Holly says, pointing at her tablet where a red signal is blinking.

I hurry to her side, eager to see the location she’s identified.

“So what are we waiting for? Let’s swing into action.”

But Conor’s bitter words cut through the tension. “That’s what we were about to do before you showed your sorry face,” he snaps, glaring at me.

I grit my teeth, swallowing back the retort on the tip of my tongue. Now is not the time for petty arguments. Lyra’s life hangs in the balance, and we must put aside our differences if we’re going to have any chance of saving her.

All I want is for Lyra to be found, and when she is, I’m taking her back to my pack where she rightly belongs.

I don’t care if I have to bundle her to come with me. Lyra, who I know so well, will likely protest, but I don’t want to dwell on that. My priority is finding her.

We all agree to take my car, while Conor calls for backup from the cops in case things go south.

The drive to the location feels long and torturous, each passing moment weighed down by the emotional roller coaster raging in my mind.

Silently, I say a few prayers for Lyra’s safety, hoping against hope that her captor won’t harm her. The mere thought of seeing her bruised and broken sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t bear the idea of her suffering.

Zach tries to make conversation with me through the mind link, but I block him out. I just want to be left alone with my thoughts, all I can do is cling to the hope that we’ll find her soon and bring her back to safety.

As we finally reach the location, I bolt out of the car, ready to confront whoever dared to capture my Lyra, I feel anger consuming me from within.

Without hesitation, I shift into my Lycan form, the transformation accompanied by a loud, earth-shaking growl.