Mated To Alpha Kessler

How could I have been blinded to Annie’s scheming acts? I’ve always been a meticulous person, keeping tabs on everyone who comes into my life. My mother desperately wanted her to be my Luna at all costs. I should have taken action and exposed her vile acts.

Anger seeps through me as I take a step in fury. “Where the heck are you coming from?”

My heart pounds with betrayal. How could I have missed the subtle hints, the whispered lies, the deceit hidden in plain sight?

The thought of her betrayal stings like a fresh wound, leaving me questioning my judgment and the authenticity of those around me.

She is trembling, her heart racing as if she’s on the verge of being caught. Unknown to her, all her lies have been laid bare, and she will soon have to face the consequences of her actions. I can’t bear to be around her any longer.

“I… I went to see my friend, Ava,” she stammers, trying to wriggle out of my firm grip. I refuse to let go, determined to delve into her soul during our conversation.

She struggles against my grip, fear and desperation flash in her eyes. She knows that her facade has crumbled, leaving her exposed.

My patience wears thin. I need answers, I need to understand why she chose to deceive me, to manipulate my trust.

“Your friend Ava? Okay, take this phone right this minute and call her,” I insist, urgency coloring my tone.

She looks at me in shock but manages to ask, “Where is this coming from?”

“Don’t question me,” I retort sharply. “Pick up the damn phone and call her so she can back up your claim.”

“Kessler, you’re scaring me with your actions and utterances,” she whispers, fear evident in her voice.

“I don’t give a damn,” I snap back, my words echoing in the room. “Do as I say now!” The intensity of my command rings, filling the space between us.

She edges away from me, visibly shivering as if caught in a downpour. The phone trembles in her hand as she struggles to maintain composure.

“Don’t you dare drop the phone,” I warned, with a stern voice. “Put the goddamn phone on speaker.”

Nodding, she obeys, her hand shaking as she tries to make the call through. emotions running high as we wait.

Once Ava picks up the call, I anticipate her first instinct to either inquire about her friend’s safe arrival home or ask about her well-being so far. Either way, I don’t expect Ava to say much beyond these questions.

The ringing of the phone call to Ava fills the room, but she doesn’t pick up. “Fucking dial the number again.”

She nods, perhaps relieved that Ava isn’t answering. I can sense her anxiety, knowing that I need Ava to back up my claim.

On the third ring, Ava’s voice fills the room. “Hi, Annie, long time no talk. You didn’t bother to call me…”

I don’t let her finish her statement. Instead, I snatch the phone from her hand and abruptly end the call. “I’ve got what I wanted.”

She starts to cry, her voice shaking with hurt and confusion, she pleads, “Kessler, why are you treating me this way? You’ve made me a laughingstock among my peers. You don’t seem to respect me as your Luna.”

“I’ve loved you all my life,” she confesses, her voice filled with emotion. “We’ve always wanted each other, and now, it feels like you’ve suddenly stopped caring about me. You don’t seem to trust me, even when I told you I was calling from Ava’s place.” She continues to sniffle, wiping her nose as tears continue to fall.

“Annie deserves an Oscar for this act, and I don’t blame her, the blame should be on me for trusting her without batting an eyelid.”

“Annie, you are nothing but a pathetic liar,” I declare, my voice tinged with anger and disappointment. “You’re not fit to be called my Luna. I despise you with every fiber of my being. You’ve brought nothing but pain and misery to me.”

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside me. “To think I was willing to give us a shot for the sake of the baby, and now, imagine my shock when I found this and this.” I place all the evidence before her, each piece a damning confirmation of her deceit.

Annie gasps, her whole body tensing in fear as she feels exposed and wishes she could disappear into the ground.

I hold up the picture of her and Xander in bed, my voice filled with accusation. “Is this not the same guy from the restaurant?” I demand, watching her closely for any reaction.

She places a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in realization as tears begin to flow freely down her cheeks. The weight of her actions crashes down on her, and she knows there’s no denying the truth now.

I feel a mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal swirling inside me as I look at her, struggling to comprehend the extent of her deception.

“Fucking answer my damn question, woman,” I snap, I refuse to back down until I get to the bottom of this betrayal.

Annie looks up at me, searching my cold facial expression for any sign of leniency or understanding. But I remain resolute, unwilling to let her off the hook so easily.

With her hand still covering her mouth, she nods slowly, a silent admission of guilt and acknowledgment of the truth behind the evidence presented before her.

“I’m going to ask you for the last time,” leaving no room for negotiation. “The moon goddess herself will help you tell me the truth, or else I’ll bring out your tongue, split it, and send it to your father.”

Annie’s whole body trembles and she continues to cover her mouth, trying to stifle her cries of fear.

“Where the hell are you coming from, smelling like a whore who just had a nice fuck?” I ask my voice laced with disgust and anger.

Without hesitation, Annie points at Xander’s picture, tears streaming down her face as she nods in confirmation. The truth is finally laid bare, leaving a bitter taste of betrayal.

“Fucking open your mouth and answer the goddamn question. Where the hell are you coming from?” I demand again, my anger boiling over.

Annie’s face falls to the ground, her shame palpable in the air. It’s clear to both of us that there’s no point in denying what is already painfully obvious.

Avoiding my gaze, she mutters, “Xander’s place.”

The confirmation of her betrayal hits me like a punch to the gut. The scent of him reeling over her now makes sense, but it only fuels my anger further.

I’m furious at the extent to which Annie could go to satisfy her sexual urges, disregarding the responsibilities and implications of her actions as a Luna of our pack. It’s a betrayal not just to me but to the entire pack, and I can’t fathom the depths of her selfishness.

“We swore to be with each other only during the mating ceremony, isn’t that enough for her to be faithful and honor whatever bond we share as chosen mates?”

I shake my head in frustration, unable to comprehend how I ended up with a woman who seems to have no regard for the commitments and responsibilities she swore to uphold. The weight of her actions not only betrays me but also endangers the pack, a fact that she seems oblivious to.

“How did I end up with such a foolish woman?” I mutter to myself, my anger simmering beneath the surface. “Someone who doesn’t care about protecting the pack or the sanctity of our bond.” Her selfishness and lack of concern for our pack’s well-being sting deeply.

Zach’s silence throughout the conversation caught my attention. I realized that he was likely present to ensure that I didn’t let my anger escalate to the point of lashing out at Annie, especially considering her pregnancy.

I realized that the consequences of my hasty decision weighed heavily on me. I had acted with the sole intention of protecting the pack, even if it meant sacrificing my happiness.

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, a sudden realization struck me. I pointed at Annie’s protruding stomach and asked, “Is that baby mine?”

“I don’t know what answer I should expect, I’ve found myself somehow connected to the possibility of the baby being mine. Deep down, I know that I need to know the truth to keep my sanity in check.

“Fucking answer my question, goddamn you, woman.”

With bated breath, I wait for Annie’s response, knowing that the answer could change everything.