Obsessed With My Alpha

Getting a Wolf and Mate

Gema's POV

My birthday started out amazing, better than I could’ve imagined. When I woke up this morning, everything felt different, like something inside me had shifted. Then, before I even fully understood what was happening, I felt her—Phoebe, my wolf. I have a wolf. After all this time of feeling like I’d never be more than a rankless, almost-human member of the pack, suddenly, here she was, my own wolf spirit. And not just any wolf—Phoebe’s an alpha.

I can barely believe it, the jump from rankless to high-ranking wolf happening overnight. It doesn’t make any sense. How could I be an alpha when I’ve never been anything more than Jonah’s shadow, the friend who never fully fit in? Phoebe seems amused by my confusion, explaining patiently that sometimes, when rankless werewolves finally receive their wolf, they’re ranked in a way that matches their mate’s status.

Her words send a shiver down my spine. *Mate.* I have a mate somewhere out there. It’s exhilarating, knowing there’s someone destined to love me, to be mine. But that thrill is quickly overshadowed by a growing sense of dread.

What if my mate isn’t Jonah?

I’ve been so fixated, so obsessed with him, that I never let myself think about anyone else. He’s all I’ve ever wanted, and even though he’s been complicated and distant, he’s the one person who feels like home. I’ve spent so long hoping, dreaming, that he might one day see me as something more, that he might want me the way I want him. And now, with a mate out there somewhere, the idea that it might not be Jonah twists in my chest like a knife.

The thought of rejecting a mate isn’t one I’d ever considered, but now it’s all I can think about. If my mate isn’t Jonah, could I walk away from him? Could I really love someone else, knowing I’d always be thinking of Jonah? Or would I be bound to the stranger fate has chosen for me, forced to let go of the person I’ve spent my entire life loving?

Phoebe is quiet, letting me process it all. I know she senses my confusion, my fear. And as much as I want to embrace the idea of a mate, a fated love, there’s a part of me that can’t let go of Jonah.

I glance at my phone, Jonah’s text staring back at me, and my heart does a strange little flip.

*“Hey, birthday girl! Happy 18th! Hope all your dreams and wishes come true. But can we put our fighting on hold to celebrate your birthday together? I know it’s your first one not spent with your family…”*

The message hangs there, and for a moment, I start to type a response. I want to see him, to let him be a part of today, but a sudden hesitation makes my fingers freeze. If Jonah isn’t my mate, if fate has someone else in store for me, what would seeing him today do to me? To him? A surge of conflicting emotions wells up inside me, and, reluctantly, I delete my response, setting my phone down.

Before I can let myself overthink it, a loud knock echoes from the door. I take a deep breath, shaking off the weight of Jonah’s message as I answer it. Instantly, I’m met with the sight of my friends, Laura, Michelle, and Becca, all grinning ear to ear.

“Happy birthday, b***h!” they shout, and I can’t help but laugh at their excitement.

Behind them stands Roxy, our Big Sister in the sorority, holding a huge, heart-shaped cake frosted in pink with the number 18 spelled out in sparkling candles. The soft glow of the candles and the smell of sweet frosting fill the room as I take it all in, overwhelmed by the unexpected gesture.

“You guys, you didn’t have to do this,” I say, genuinely touched. A warmth spreads through my chest, a moment of relief and happiness cutting through all the anxiety I’ve been carrying. “Thank you.”

Roxy steps forward, her eyes twinkling. “Of course we had to! Eighteen is huge! And it’s our job to make sure you feel loved and celebrated.” She places the cake on the table and gives me a quick hug.

“Blow out the candles, girl! Make a wish,” Becca says, nudging me with a playful grin.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment, and let myself focus on a single wish. But when I try to choose one, my mind floods with thoughts of Jonah, of my new wolf, of the future that’s so suddenly full of unknowns. My heart aches as I think of everything I want and everything I’m afraid to lose. So, I settle on a simple wish.

*Let whatever’s meant to be… be.*

I open my eyes and blow out the candles, the flames flickering out as my friends cheer, showering me with laughter and hugs. For now, I push everything else to the back of my mind and let myself enjoy the moment, surrounded by people who care about me, the future waiting just outside.

“You got your wolf?” Michelle cried, her eyes wide with excitement as she pulled me into a hug. She leaned back, studying me closely, her gaze fixed on my eyes. I could feel the shift, Phoebe stirring within me, her presence radiating outward, my hazel eyes flashing to icy blue. Phoebe, eager to make her introduction, peered out through my gaze, seeking out the wolves in each of my friends.

Their eyes all flashed in response, their wolves instinctively recognizing mine. “You’re an alpha too!” they exclaimed, surprise and awe lighting up their faces. They were all betas, except for Roxy, and without hesitation, they each tilted their heads, baring their necks in a show of respect.

An awkward heat rose in my cheeks as I watched them. “Oh, no, you guys, it’s still just me,” I said, touching the back of my neck, feeling the sudden weight of my new rank. The bowing, the respect, it all felt strange, surreal. Just yesterday, I was rankless, one of them, and now… now everything felt different.

Roxy gave me a knowing smile, stepping forward. “You might feel like the same Gema,” she said softly, “but your wolf is an alpha, and that means something. It’s who you’re meant to be.” She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, her own wolf steady and calm, anchoring me.

I took a shaky breath, nodding, trying to process it all. My friends straightened, their smiles bright, treating me just like they always had, and I felt a little more at ease, knowing that despite the change, they were still here for me, ready to celebrate this new chapter in my life.

“Have you seen Jonah yet?” Roxy asks, a strange glint in her eyes, like she’s hiding some secret. I shake my head, feeling my cheeks heat up, and I quickly look away, hiding my face in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” Laura says, her voice soft with sympathy as she pats me on the back. “Maybe he’ll be your mate. Destiny has a way of working things out, right?”

I force a weak smile, but my heart’s racing, and I can’t ignore the fear tightening in my chest. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “But what if he’s not my mate?” I whisper, barely daring to say the words out loud. “I don’t know if I can handle knowing he belongs to someone else, that he’s out there with her… while I can never have him.”

The thought feels like a weight pressing down on me, and I can’t shake it. The idea of a life without Jonah, of him being bound to someone else forever—it terrifies me more than I can admit.