The Alpha’s Mate

(Oliver P. O. V)

I wake up next to my beautiful mate, watching her sleep peacefully. She looks so serene, and it makes me smile. She was tired out, of course. After all, we had an intense night together. Just being close to her, I feel complete. My love for her is overwhelming, and yet, a sense of fear lingers. There’s a secret I haven’t shared with her, one that could change everything. She needs to hear it from me, but the thought of losing her terrifies me. What if she can’t accept it and decides to walk away?

As these thoughts swirl in my mind, I feel her stir beside me. Her eyes flutter open, and she mumbles something incoherent, her voice soft and sleepy. It’s adorable, and I can’t help but smile. In this moment, I realize just how much she means to me, and the thought of losing her becomes unbearable. I wouldn’t know what to do if I ever lost her.

(Elena’s P. O. V)

The warmth of the sun gently wakes me, and I begin to stir. I can feel Oliver’s gaze on me, and I tease him, “You know if you take a picture, it might last longer.” My lips curl into a small smile.

“Or I could just keep you by my side for the rest of my life. That’s kind of a picture, right?” he replies.

“Yeah, the only problem is that that isn’t going to work,” I say. “I’m flying back to my hometown tonight. My classes start soon again.”

“WHAT?” Oliver bellows, startling me. I inch a little further away from him. “YOU’RE MINE AND ONLY MINE,” he yells again, his intensity scaring me.

“I think we went over this already, Oliver. I’m my own person. You don’t own me,” I state firmly, my anger rising.

“Okay, you’re your own person. I just have to tell you something,” Oliver says, piquing my curiosity.

“Okay, shoot!”

“Not now, tonight. I first want to enjoy you a little bit more.”

“But whyyyyy?” I whine, finding his behavior confusing.

“Because I am afraid that if I tell you the secret now, then you will run away from me, so I wanted to spend some time with you before you run away from me again,” Oliver said while playing with my hair.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fine, then. Do as you please,” I said with a smile on my face.

We spend the day lazily watching movies. We put on Frozen, and to my surprise, Oliver softly sings along to all the songs. I chuckle slightly.

“What’s wrong?” Oliver asks, curious.

“Oh, nothing. I just find it funny that you know all the songs from Frozen.” He groans in response.

“My niece and sister always make me watch it. I hate it.”

By 7 p. m., I’m packing for my trip back to the Netherlands. “Oliver, you still need to tell me that thing you wanted to tell me this morning.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot about that one,” Oliver says casually. “You might want to sit down for this one.” His serious tone makes my stomach knot. Is this where he tells me he secretly has a girlfriend?

“So, do you know the story of werewolves?” Oliver asks.

“Of course, I know the story about werewolves. I read a lot of novels on different book apps: super possessive Alpha finding his Luna, overcoming their fears, and having their happily ever after. Yeah, I know that shit.”

“Well… I’m a werewolf. A soon-to-be Alpha, to be exact. And, well, you’re my mate. The future Luna of this pack,” he states.

I burst into laughter. “That’s a good one, Oliver,” I say, still giggling. I wipe the tears from my eyes and look at his face. There’s no hint of a joke, no smile.

“You’re joking, right? You aren’t serious, are you? Because werewolves are just stories. They don’t exist.”

“But I am a werewolf, Elena. Everyone in my family is. Didn’t you notice how everybody called my father Alpha?” he explains. I look at him, thinking he’s lost his mind.

“Okay, well, fuck this. I’m out.”

“What do you mean you’re out?” Oliver asks disbelief etched on his face.

“Like I’m saying, I’m out. I am not going to deal with your shit, Oliver. I’m not going to live in your weird-ass dream world you call real life.”

“DON’T CONTACT ME. DON’T CALL ME. DON’T COME TO MY PLACE. DON’T EVER TAKE UP CONTACT WITH ME AGAIN,” I almost scream at him. He flinches away, and tears threaten to escape my eyes.

“I’m out, Oliver. Goodbye.” With that, I turn around, grip my suitcase, and march right out the door, saying goodbye to Oliver forever. The next day I take my flight to LA.

Back in LA, I felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me, leaving me disoriented and strangely isolated. Despite the two days before college beckoned, I opted for the comfort of home over the impersonal walls of my hostel.

Anger and sadness tangled within me, a tumultuous mix that only intensified the ache of missing Oliver. It felt like a vise tightening around my heart, each beat a reminder of his absence. All I wanted was to seek refuge in his arms, to bury myself in the safety of his embrace. With a heavy sigh, I hailed a cab and made my way home.

Time with my family brought a brief respite from the storm raging inside me. We caught up over lunch, but as I retreated to my room, the weight of my emotions crashed over me once more. Just as I was about to escape into the solace of the shower, Oliver’s name illuminated my phone screen.

A solitary tear betrayed my facade of composure, but I quickly brushed it away, refusing to let him see the depth of my turmoil. With a decisive swipe, I silenced his call and sought refuge in the embrace of the hot water. It was there, surrounded by steam and solitude, that I finally surrendered to the flood of tears I had been holding back for too long.

After the catharsis of the shower, I emerged, clad in comfortable attire that offered some semblance of armor against the ache in my chest. Lunch with my family passed in a blur, the weight of exhaustion pulling me into a deep nap as soon as I found the sanctuary of my bed.