Mated To Alpha Kessler

I wait for Annie’s response, knowing that the answer could change everything. And true to my guess, it changed everything-I wasn’t responsible for her pregnancy.

I feel numb, unsure of how to process this revelation coming directly from the horse’s mouth that the baby isn’t mine.

Then it hits me-my father was right when he said, “Virtue has gone out of him,” meaning that Lyra is truly pregnant with my heir.

My mind races with a mix of emotions-relief at not being tied to Annie’s deceit, confusion about the circumstances, and a sense of responsibility towards Lyra and the unborn child who carries the future of our lineage.

“Everything I need to know is staring right in front of me,” I mutter to myself, the weight of the truth settling heavily on my shoulders. “I don’t need any confirmation from Annie.”

Turning to Zach with a plea in my eyes, I whisper, “Please take her far away from me.” Without looking up, I notice the door open and later close, a silent acknowledgment that they have left.

As I sit alone with my thoughts, memories of my time with her at the restaurant flood back-the cryptic message Xander dropped about having something that belongs to him that it’s high time I let go.

“F*ck!” frustration boiling over as I smash my fist into my palm. The evidence was right in front of me, and I chose to ignore it.

The realization hits hard, leaving me grappling with a mix of regret, anger, and a sense of liberation as I finally confront the truth and prepare to move forward.

I wonder if Lyra would be willing to accept me back as her mate. I pray that she does, but I also realize that, at this point, I need to set my priorities straight.

I acknowledge that I need time to heal from this emotional rollercoaster that has engulfed me. Rushing into decisions or relationships wouldn’t be fair to anyone involved.

If Lyra is destined to be back with me as my mate again, it will happen in due time. I must focus on healing and finding clarity before moving forward.

For now, I need not worry if Conor wants Lyra or not. She has every right to be with whomever she deems fit.

“Don’t get me wrong; I’m not giving up on her. I just want to regain my sanity and focus on my pack.”

Blogs and magazines have started spreading rumors about my marriage with Annie having issues. It’s astounding how quickly information can spread in today’s interconnected world.

My phone begins to ring with a grunt, and I pick up the call, knowing it’s my father on the line. He always has a knack for paying attention to matters concerning me.

“Hello, son.”

“Hello, Father.”

“You don’t sound well, son.”

“Father, I’m not doing well,” feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. “I need to lay everything bare to you. You understand me too well for me to keep things hidden.”

He listens attentively, concern evident in his voice. “What is it, son? Care to share? And does it have to do with your marriage with Annie hitting the rocks? What’s going on, Kessler?”

I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before explaining everything I’ve discovered about Annie to my father. I hold nothing back, laying out the truth.

As the discussion unfolds, I find myself more vulnerable than I had imagined. But having shared my burdens with my father, I feel a sense of relief and support, knowing that I don’t have to face these challenges alone.

“It tugged at my heart to admit it, Dad, can you believe you were right all along about virtue?”

I’m not responsible for Annie’s pregnancy. Despite the revelation of her infidelity and betrayal, I had created that bond with that child and wished more than anything that the child would be mine.”

“Oh, son, “I wish I was with you right now. I know how much you desperately need an heir. But not to worry, Lyra is carrying your child, and soon everything will fall back into place.”

“Dad, regarding Lyra, I want to let her be, I don’t want to treat her as a rebound or string her along. If she’s truly meant for me, destiny will bring us back together again.”

“That’s deep, son, I wish you the best. But what are you going to do with Annie?

I’ll let her go to be with the man that impregnated her.”

“Dad, that man is her mate, She rejected him because she wanted to be with me exclusively and even plotted against Lyra.”

There’s a heavy silence on the line as my father processes this information.

“Can you imagine the obsession? For now, I need to watch how things unfold, and I need to divorce her. I want nothing to do with her.”

“Very well then, son.

Dad, please do something about the news on the blogs and magazines concerning me and Annie,” I implore, feeling the weight of the public scrutiny and desire for privacy.

My father, a media mogul who controls the media, has the power to stop a news story from trending. I’m grateful to have him, always ready to listen and support me through difficult times.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Anytime, son.”

“Give my regards to Mum, and please don’t inform her; let her find out herself,” I request, hoping to spare my mother from unnecessary stress.

My dad chuckles softly. With a hint of amusement he replied “Son, you know I can’t guarantee you that.”

I let out a long sigh, realizing the futility of trying to control every aspect of the situation. “Whatever, Dad. Do whatever pleases you.”

I hung up the call, my mind preoccupied with thoughts about Zach’s absence after escorting Annie out of my office. Sensing something amiss, I decide to reach out to him through our mindlink.

“Where are you?”

Zach’s response catches me off guard as he pants heavily, sounding as if he just had a nice fuck.

“God damn you, Zach,” I mutter under my breath, a hint of irritation creeping into my voice.

“Fuck you, Kessler,” Zach retorts, his tone playful yet slightly annoyed. “You just interrupted my orgasm.”

A wave of discomfort washed over me. My stomach churns as I realize the implications of his words. “And that happens to be with my sister, right?”

The reality of having Cara as my half-sister hits me, and the thought of my best friend being intimate with her makes me cringe.

trying to mask my unease. I instruct sharply. “Make sure you scrub and have a nice shower before showing your face in my office so you don’t reek of your… fluids.”

“Get lost while I go back to what I was interrupted from,” Zach replies, the mind link abruptly severed as I shake my head in disbelief.

Severing the mind-link with Zach, I shake my head to clear the lingering discomfort. A notification about my meeting with Shawn’s dad, Robert, grabs my attention. While I’m not ready to conclude him, I see the potential for him to be a useful ally.

Robert’s presence has made my work there relatively stress-free. I typically visit overseas twice a month to oversee the progress of our plans.

Moreover, Robert has valuable firsthand information regarding Lyra’s birth parents.