Mated To Alpha Kessler

The panic in the doctor’s eyes mirrors mine as we hurry back to Lyra’s side. The medical team springs into action, assessing her condition and making urgent adjustments to the equipment.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Time seems to slow down as the team works tirelessly to stabilize her. Each moment feels like an eternity as they fight to bring her vital signs back to a safe range.

The doctor approaches me with a worried expression. “Your Highness, can you please step out for a couple of minutes? We will alert you when everything is stabilized.”

Dolph protests in my head, urging me not to heed the doctor’s request. However, I trust Daniel and his judgment. If he says I should step out, then so be it.

Reluctantly, I comply and step out of the room. The beeping of the machine still echoes in my ears as I pace back and forth in the corridor, my thoughts consumed by worry for Lyra’s well-being.

I could see the worries etched on the faces of the nurses around me. I knew I must have looked like a complete mess- a leader of the pack, seen in my most vulnerable state. But at that moment, I didn’t give a damn about appearances.

Finally, after what felt like an agonizing wait, the beeping of the machines gradually slowed and steadied. The tension in the room eased, replaced by a collective sigh of relief.

I waited anxiously for the doctor to come out and deliver the news, whatever it may be.

When the doctor finally emerged, relief flooded through me once again as I watched the tension ease in his expression. “Stable for now,” he announced.

Though his words brought a sense of reassurance, I couldn’t ignore the lingering worry in his tone. The battle was far from over, and we still had a long road ahead to ensure Lyra’s full recovery.

“What’s wrong, Daniel?” I asked, using my alpha tone to convey the urgency. I didn’t want him to keep any secrets about Lyra’s condition from me.

“She was injected with a substance that is messing with her brain, for now, she is stable, but we need to carry out a brain check to ascertain the level of the damage.”

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, what kind of substance could have been injected into her to cause such damage?

“It’s an elixir she was given in overdose, perhaps to manipulate and mess with her brain,” Daniel explained, confirming my worst fears.

The news was almost too much to bear. My mind raced with questions, but I managed to ask the most important one, “I hope it does not affect the baby.”

“It’s a miracle that the baby is perfectly fine,” Daniel reassured me, there is nothing to worry about as regards the baby.”

Relief washed over me at the news of the baby’s safety, but the anger to find whoever was responsible for harming Lyra intensified. This act of cruelty would not go unpunished.

“Daniels, please, for the love of the Moon Goddess, do everything you need to keep her alive,” I pleaded, gripping his shirt in agony. The situation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t contain my emotions any longer.

Daniel bowed his head in respect, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I’ll try my best, Highness.”

“Thank you,” I said, patting his back in gratitude, and offering an apology for my outburst. “I’m sorry for gripping your shirt like that.”

He nodded understandingly as I helped him straighten his rumpled shirt.

“Alpha, you can go and see her now,” Daniel’s voice brought a sense of relief as I thanked him and made my way to her ward with hurried steps.

Seeing Lyra lying there, peaceful amidst the chaos, brought a mixture of emotions. I pulled up a chair and sat down, gently taking her hand in mine.

Memories of our times together flooded my mind, and I couldn’t help but speak to her. “Lyra,” I began softly, knowing she might hear me even in her unconscious state. “I remember the first time we met, the way you look at me with those big doe eyes, it’s like you see straight into my soul.”

The beeping of the machines and the quiet hum of the hospital faded into the background as I poured my heart out to her, hoping she could hear every word.

I remember the first day you realized I was your mate. I could see the hatred in your eyes for me. All I wanted to do was to take you right there and ravish you with kisses, but the burning hatred in your eyes restrained me.

And do you remember that day you boldly came to my room in nothing but a nightie? I’m sure you weren’t wearing anything beneath. I groaned in my head, trying to restrain myself from taking you, knowing your uncle’s desires.

And how you use your Luna tone on Annie. She had no option but to obey your command.

You have been nothing but amazing, and I’m grateful that you are carrying my heir. I know I’ve not been the best to you, but I promise to change, and nothing will come between us again. I’m not promising you a smooth journey, but I promise I’ll stay by you and weather the storm together.

I went on and on, reminiscing on the time spent together, and they were memories I would cherish forever.

I looked at her again, and I noticed she was still not awake. A sense of helplessness washed over me as I struggled with what to do next. How can I make this right? I groaned inwardly as I thought about the elixir she was injected with.

With no clue whatsoever regarding who took her, my bet was on Jack, but now there is no proof. The uncertainty and lack of answers only added to my frustration and worry.

I felt someone’s presence behind me, and without turning, I knew who it was. Slowly, I turned and confirmed my suspicions. She smelled like Jasmine, with a mix of roses-this had always been her favorite fragrance for virtually everything she used on her body.

She rushed to me and engulfed me in a hug. “Gosh, I have missed my annoying little sister, feeling a rush of warmth and affection at seeing her again.

She released me and looked at me once more. “Kessler, you have become a shadow of yourself. Where is my hot, sexy, gorgeous brother?” she teased, glancing around the room with a playful smile.

I chuckled at her words, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. She pulled me into another hug, her presence comforting. “All will be well, bro,” she reassured me.

“Thanks, Olivia. So, what brings you home? I thought you said you don’t like living among werewolves,” I asked, curious about her sudden return.

Though Olivia is a wolf, she prefers staying with humans and living like them. She claims that packs and werewolf matters bore her to death, so she moved to New York to start living there. To her credit, she is doing excellently well, running her clothing line.

“Mum told me everything. You’ve been through a lot, and I just want to be here for you when she eventually wakes up. Plus, I have this feeling that we will be best friends,” she said, giggling like a schoolgirl, her excitement evident in her voice.

“My mate is a force to be reckoned with, and you will love her.”

A knock was heard, and as he entered, I could feel real tension in the room when Olivia locked eyes with him. Sensing the discomfort, I awkwardly stood up and moved them both out of Lyra’s ward.