Hated by the Alpha, Forced to Be His Mate

Chapter 2

Author’s POV

The moment Kael turned away, the room seemed to breathe again—but only slightly. No one moved freely. No one dared speak above a whisper. Even the enforcers positioned themselves like shadows at the edges of reality, waiting for orders that didn’t need to be repeated.

Lyra stood still as two of them approached her.

Not touching yet.

Just close enough that escape was no longer an option.

She didn’t struggle.

That would have been pointless.

Instead, her eyes stayed on Kael’s back.

He was already walking out.

As if she wasn’t important enough to watch.

That should have been a relief.

It wasn’t.

Because the bond between them—whatever it was—didn’t loosen when he left the room.

It tightened.

Lyra exhaled slowly, forcing her heartbeat to slow.

“Move,” one of the enforcers said.

She walked.

The corridors of Blackridge Pack’s inner territory were carved from stone and old wood, lit by hanging lanterns that flickered like tired eyes. Wolves passed them quickly, all of them lowering their gazes the moment they saw Kael ahead.

Lyra followed behind him, flanked now.

Not a guest.

Not a healer.

Something else entirely.

A prisoner without chains.

The thought made her jaw tighten.

Ahead, Kael didn’t slow. Didn’t look back. But Lyra could feel him anyway, like a storm dragging her forward whether she wanted it or not.

At the main hall entrance, the air changed.

It always did.

This was the heart of Blackridge—where decisions were made, punishments declared, alliances broken.

And where she did not belong.

As they stepped inside, conversations died instantly.

Wolves turned.

Stared.

Whispers rose immediately after.

“That’s her…”

“The cursed omega…”

“Why is she with the Alpha?”

Lyra kept her chin level.

She had learned early that looking away made you prey. Looking down made you invisible. But looking forward—straight into the eyes of those who judged you—that made you dangerous enough to hesitate over.

So she looked.

And they looked back.

Kael stopped at the center platform.

Only then did he turn.

The hall was massive—stone pillars rising like ancient ribs, banners of the Blackridge crest hanging heavy with history. At the far end sat the council seats.

And above them all, silence waited.

Kael’s gaze swept the room once.

Instant obedience followed.

Then his eyes landed on Lyra again.

Still unreadable.

Still controlled.

“Stay,” he ordered.

Lyra let out a slow breath. “Like I had a choice.”

A few wolves shifted at her tone.

Kael heard it.

Of course he did.

But he didn’t react immediately.

Instead, he turned slightly toward the council.

“Begin,” he said.

An older man rose from the left side—his posture stiff, eyes calculating.

“Alpha Kael,” he began carefully. “We were informed you were returning alone.”

Kael’s voice cut through instantly. “Plans changed.”

A pause.

The man’s gaze flicked toward Lyra.

Disapproval sharpened his expression.

“May we ask why the omega is present in council hall proceedings?”

Lyra felt it immediately—the weight of that word.

Omega.

Not healer.

Not wolf.

Just category.

Kael’s jaw tightened slightly.

“She is under my command,” he said.

Murmurs spread instantly.

“That’s not protocol,” another council member said sharply.

Kael’s eyes darkened.

“You are questioning my authority.”

Silence again.

Dangerous silence.

The man corrected himself quickly. “We are only asking for clarification, Alpha.”

Kael stepped slightly closer to the edge of the platform.

And the air in the room changed with him.

Lyra felt it again—the pressure. The instinctive awareness that every wolf in the room had of him.

Alpha dominance.

But beneath it…

Something else flickered.

Something tied to her.

She hated that her body reacted before her mind could control it.

“Her name is Lyra Vale,” Kael said.

That made the room shift.

Whispers rose again—faster this time.

“Vale?”

“Isn’t that the traitor line?”

“I thought they were wiped out…”

Lyra’s hands tightened slightly at her sides.

So that’s what this was.

Not curiosity.

Not neutrality.

Judgment already decided long before she entered.

The council member spoke again, more carefully this time. “Alpha… that bloodline is restricted under ancient ruling. If she is truly—”

“She is under my protection,” Kael interrupted.

That word hit harder than expected.

Protection.

Lyra looked at him sharply.

Kael didn’t look back.

The council member hesitated. “That is… a serious claim.”

“I don’t make unserious claims,” Kael replied coldly.

A pause.

Then another voice—older, harsher.

“We must remind the Alpha that protection implies responsibility. If she is of cursed lineage, her presence could destabilize pack morale.”

Lyra almost laughed.

Morale.

As if she hadn’t already been the subject of every whisper in this hall since she could walk.

Kael’s expression tightened further.

Then—

For the first time since entering the hall, he looked at her directly.

“Come here.”

Lyra blinked once.

A ripple of reaction moved through the room instantly.

She didn’t move.

Kael’s gaze sharpened.

“I said come here.”

Lyra exhaled slowly.

Every instinct in her told her not to obey so easily.

But the bond—damn it—responded to him like gravity.

She walked forward.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Until she stood at the base of the platform, just below him.

Close enough now that every wolf in the hall could see her clearly.

Kael stepped down one level.

Now they were almost level.

The proximity hit again.

Harder this time.

Lyra’s breath caught slightly before she steadied it.

Kael noticed.

Of course he did.

He leaned in just slightly.

And spoke so only she could hear.

“You feel it too,” he said.

Lyra swallowed. “I don’t know what you mean.”

A faint, humorless exhale from him.

“Liar.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t call me that.”

His gaze flickered to her wrist for half a second.

Then back to her eyes.

“You reacted.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does,” he said quietly.

Lyra’s voice lowered. “What are you trying to prove?”

Kael hesitated.

Just for a fraction.

Then—

“I’m trying to understand why my wolf is losing control around you.”

That confession should not have sounded like it came from him.

But it did.

Controlled.

Forced out.

Lyra stared at him.

And for the first time since this started, something inside her faltered slightly.

Not fear.

Not submission.

Something closer to confusion.

Kael straightened immediately as if the moment had never happened.

Then turned back toward the council.

“She stays,” he said.

The council erupted instantly.

“That is unacceptable—”

“We cannot allow a cursed omega inside central territory—”

“This will weaken the Alpha’s authority—”

Kael’s voice cut through like iron.

“Enough.”

Silence returned instantly.

He scanned the room slowly.

Then added, quieter—but more dangerous—

“She is not a threat.”

A pause.

Then—

“She is mine.”

The hall froze.

Lyra’s entire body went still.

Even Kael seemed to realize the weight of what he just said.

But he didn’t take it back.

He simply stood there.

Unmoving.

Unyielding.

As if daring anyone to challenge him.

Lyra turned her head slowly to look at him.

“You just said—” she began.

“I know what I said,” Kael replied.

His eyes met hers again.

And something in them tightened.

Not possession.

Not cruelty.

Something deeper.

Something almost like inevitability.

Lyra lowered her voice. “Don’t say things like that.”

Kael’s jaw clenched slightly. “It is not a statement I chose.”

That made her pause.

“What does that mean?”

Kael didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, his gaze shifted briefly—just briefly—like something inside him was pulling against his control.

Then he said, “You will come with me.”

Again.

Lyra shook her head slightly. “You keep saying that like it means I agree.”

“It doesn’t require agreement.”

“That’s the problem.”

A faint flicker crossed his expression again.

Then—

Before either of them could say more—

A sharp voice cut through the hall.

“Alpha Kael.”

Both turned.

A council elder stood slowly.

His eyes were fixed on Lyra.

Not just disapproving.

Measuring.

“Before this continues,” the elder said carefully, “there is something you should know about the Vale bloodline.”

Lyra’s stomach tightened instantly.

Kael’s attention sharpened.

The elder continued.

“The last recorded omega of that line was not merely accused of betrayal.”

A pause.

“The records state she was part of a binding experiment.”

The hall shifted.

Lyra felt it immediately.

Kael’s gaze darkened.

“What experiment,” he demanded.

The elder looked at Lyra again.

Then said quietly—

“One that involved mate-bond manipulation.”

Silence dropped so hard it felt physical.

Lyra’s breath stopped.

Kael’s expression changed instantly.

Not anger.

Not disbelief.

Something far more dangerous.

Understanding beginning to form.

Slowly.

Unevenly.

Like a crack in something built to never break.

And for the first time since they met—

Kael looked at Lyra not like an enemy…

But like a question he was suddenly terrified to answer.