Obsessed With My Alpha

Be Careful What You Wish For

Gema's POV

The afternoon drifts by in a blur of shopping, laughter, and idle chatter with the girls, but it’s all a distraction, a way to keep my mind off what’s coming tonight. Every time I think about meeting Jonah in the treehouse, my heart beats a little faster, my hands turn clammy, and I find myself zoning out, lost in thoughts of what I’ll say, what I’ll do. But nothing I imagine feels like it’ll be enough to express everything I’m feeling.

By the time I get home, the sky is painted with the soft colors of twilight. I slip into the shower, letting the hot water pour over me, trying to soothe the nerves that have been building all day. I replay every moment I’ve shared with Jonah, every laugh, every time he’s looked at me with that soft, warm gaze that feels like home. Each memory reminds me of how deep this goes, of how much he means to me.

The warm water cascading over my bare skin, my mind races with thoughts of everything Jonah and I have been through. I know he thinks he’s damaged, that he’ll somehow hurt me or ruin things if we try to be more than friends. But I also know that deep down, he’s this kind, beautiful soul who, if he ever truly let himself love, would give everything he has. The thought of being the one he loves, the one he’d pour his whole heart into—it’s almost overwhelming. But with that thought comes a weight, a question I can’t shake: is loving him worth the risk?

It’s like there’s this line between us, one we’ve tiptoed around for years, and every time I think I’m done, that I can move on, he pulls me back under his spell. I find myself completely wrapped up in him, obsessing over every look, every touch, every hint of something more. And now… now that I know I’m a werewolf, now that Phoebe is part of me, it’s not just my decision anymore. I’m bonded with her, and her needs and instincts are tangled up in my heart. I have to think about both of us now.

I let out a long sigh, leaning against the tile as I feel the warm water hit my shoulders. I know I love Jonah with everything I am, but what about Phoebe? She wants her mate, the one fate has chosen for us. And would it even be fair to her for me to reject the bond, to push aside that destiny, just for a chance with Jonah? He isn’t a sure thing, not with his fears, not with the walls he’s built around himself. Could I give up the one chance Phoebe and I might have at finding a true, lasting bond for someone who may never let himself love me fully?

The question lingers, heavy and unsettling. Part of me wonders if maybe a mate bond would be the cure to this obsessive love I have for him. Maybe it’s the answer I need, something powerful enough to release me from this constant push and pull, this longing that keeps dragging me back to him. But the other part of me knows that if I choose someone else, if I leave Jonah behind, I may never stop wondering. I may never fully let him go.

The uncertainty feels like a weight pressing down on my chest, and I close my eyes, inviting the warmth of the water to soothe me. It’s not an easy choice. My heart feels tangled between loyalty and longing, between love and destiny.

“Don’t worry, Gems,” Phoebe’s voice slips into my mind, her tone soft but resolute. “What will be, will be.”

I smile, feeling a little calmer, letting her reassurance settle over me. There’s something grounding in her presence, in knowing that I’m not alone in this. Whatever happens, whether Jonah and I find a way to make it work or if I’m meant to be with someone else, I know that Phoebe will be by my side, guiding me, pushing me forward.

I take a deep breath, letting the water wash away some of the worry, feeling a flicker of hope rise. One way or another, the truth will come out. Whether that truth binds me to Jonah or leads me to someone new, I’ll be ready. And this time, I’ll follow my heart and my instincts, wherever they might lead.

After the shower, I pull on a cozy sweater and a pair of jeans—nothing fancy, just something that feels like me. I want to be myself tonight, vulnerable and honest. As I lace up my boots, a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. This could be it. The moment everything changes, the moment I lay my heart bare.

Tonight I'm going to give Jonah an ultimatum. "Be mine or let me go for good." this is the most scariest thing I've ever had to do and honestly, I'm not sure that I can go through with it... but I have got to try for Phoebe.

An hour later...

I walk down the old twisted path toward the treehouse on the edge of the packlands, I feel a unfamiliar tug in my chest. Phoebe, my wolf, starts to stir as we get closer, her energy buzzing with excitement and something… more. As we approach, she suddenly goes wild, barking “Mate!” over and over in my head, her voice almost frantic with urgency.

I freeze, looking around, fully expecting someone else to be nearby, someone unfamiliar, but the only scent in the air is Jonah’s—strong, warm, and undeniably him. There’s an intensity to his scent tonight, hints of cedar and sandalwood mixed with that earthy musk that’s always been his. It’s more intoxicating than ever, filling the air around me, and I feel my heart skip as the realization hits.

*Jonah Snows is my mate.*

The thought sends a shock through me, and I have to turn away, quickly stepping back out of range of his vicinity. In fear that he would be able to sense or smell his mate too. I’m not ready to face him yet, not with this overwhelming rush of emotions flooding through me. I need time to process it, to understand what it means, and to calm the wild mixture of excitement and fear bubbling up inside.

I take a few deep breaths, my heart still racing, as a smile spreads across my face, so wide it hurts. All the years of longing, the unspoken feelings, the deep connection I've felt—it all makes sense now. Jonah was always meant to be mine. Fate has bound us together, and it explains everything. It explains why he’s always been the one, why no one else ever felt right.

For a moment, I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of this newfound knowledge.

Will he accept it? Will he allow himself to feel the bond, or will his fear keep him from taking that leap with me?

I take a few more steadying breaths, trying to gather the courage I need to tell him, to stand before him and see if he can sense that I'm his mate.

Why am I so scared? Why can’t I move? I can smell him so much more intensely now; it’s like an awakening, like every nerve in my body is coming alive.

His scent fills the air around me—strong, earthy, cedar and sandalwood blending together to send my sense on edge driving me wild crazy even. It’s more potent than ever, a force that pulls at every part of me, wrapping me up and setting every sense on fire.

My brain feels like it’s dancing, each scent, each hint of him, vibrant and alive. It’s like I can smell the colors in his scent, something deeper, something… destined.

I want to run to him, to wrap myself around him and never let go. To kiss him until this strange, beautiful reality melts away, leaving just us, bound and whole.

If I thought I loved him before, I was wrong—this feeling is so much stronger, so much fiercer, that it feels like my heart might explode from the intensity of it.

I place my hand over my chest, feeling my heartbeat pound violently, desperate to break free, desperate to claim him.

Goddess, I love him a thousand and one billion times more than I ever thought possible. The bond, the pull, it’s overwhelming, making me want to cry and scream and laugh all at once.

How am I supposed to survive this? How can I live if he rejects me, if he doesn’t want to acknowledge the bond and feel what I feel? I don’t think I could handle it. In fact, I know, deep down, that if he turned me away, something in me would shatter so completely I don’t think I’d survive it.

Yet a smile spreads across my face, and my heart feels like it’s ready to burst, full to the brim with love, with elation.

Jonah Snow is my mate! My mate.

The words fill me with a joy so pure, so complete, that I feel like I’m walking on clouds, floating somewhere above this world.

I’ve dreamed of this, hoped for this in a way I never fully admitted to myself. And now it’s real, so real I can hardly breathe.

"Get a grip!... Genevieve!" I tell myself as I am taking short shallow breaths.

Realization sinking in, a pang of fear cuts through the joy, and my smile falters. Yes, I’m beyond thrilled, ecstatic even, but I’m also scared to death.

I can't help but to spiral.

What if he’s not ready?

What if he pulls away, too afraid to see me as anything more than his friend?

My body feels like it’s on high alert, my heart racing not just with excitement but with raw, gut-wrenching terror.

I want to run to him.

I want to tell him everything, to pour out all the feelings that have been building up for so long.

But I can’t. Not yet.

Not while this fear still has its claws in me, gripping my heart with icy fingers.

So I stay where I am, hovering on the edge of the treehouse, just outside the range of his vicinity, taking in his scent and grounding myself, trying to summon the courage I’ll need to face him.

I let myself feel our bond, let myself bask in the joy and the terror, the elation and the fear. Because tonight, everything as changed and all I can think is...

"Be careful what you wish for!"