Alpha's Dark Desires

Elena's POV:

The one day I thought my life would change for the better, the day I had been waiting for with so much excitement and hope, became the worst day I could ever imagine. My eighteenth birthday—the day I was supposed to confirm that Derick, my childhood sweetheart, was my mate—had ended in disaster. Instead of joy and celebration, I found heartbreak waiting for me.

As I walked home, my body felt numb, and my mind refused to process what had just happened. My steps were heavy, dragging with the weight of disbelief and confusion. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the horizon, but to me, everything felt cold and dark. My wolf, Zena, had been silent the entire time. I could feel her sorrow deep inside me, echoing the devastation I was too shocked to fully comprehend.

When I reached home, I paused at the door, my eyes lingering on the decorations my mother had been preparing for my party. Bright streamers and balloons were strung across the porch, and I could hear the faint hum of music from inside. The smell of freshly baked cake drifted through the air, the sweetness now a cruel reminder of what this day was supposed to be. My eighteenth birthday. The day I would kiss Derick for the first time, knowing he was my destined mate.

But none of that was happening now.

Instead, I was left with shattered dreams and a heart that ached so badly, it felt like it was being ripped apart.

I opened the door slowly, stepping inside the house. My mom was bustling around the living room, adding the final touches to the decorations, her face glowing with excitement. When she saw me, her smile faltered. The second her eyes met mine, she knew something was terribly wrong. I didn't need to say a word. One look at my tear-streaked face, and she understood.

"Elena," she whispered, dropping the streamers she was holding and rushing to me.

I collapsed into her arms, the sobs I had been holding back finally breaking free. My mother held me tightly, her hand smoothing over my hair in that soothing way only mothers could do. "What happened, sweetie?" she asked, her voice soft, but there was a hint of worry beneath the calm.

"I-I didn't find him, Mom," I choked out between sobs. "He's not... Derick isn't my mate."

Her grip tightened around me, as if her embrace could shield me from the pain. "Oh, honey…"

I couldn't stop the flood of tears. I had been so sure, so confident that Derick would be the one. Everyone had thought it—my parents, his parents, the entire pack. We had been inseparable since we were children, and it just made sense. Derick had always said we were meant for each other, and a part of me had always believed it, too. But the reality of today had crushed that belief.

It had been the moment of truth, the moment I had been waiting for—the first sight that would confirm our bond, the magical spark that would light up between us, letting us know we were fated mates. But there had been no spark. Nothing. Only an empty, hollow feeling that told me everything I didn't want to believe.

I pulled back from my mom, wiping at my face with trembling hands. "I just wanted him to be my mate, Mom," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I wanted it so badly."

"I know, sweetheart. I know." She stroked my cheek, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Sometimes, things don't work out the way we expect. But that doesn't mean you won't find your true mate. He's out there, waiting for you."

I nodded weakly, but inside, I felt nothing but sorrow. I wasn't ready to hear that. Not yet.

My mom sighed, glancing around the room. The birthday decorations suddenly felt too cheerful, too bright in contrast to the mood hanging between us. "I think… maybe it's time we cancel the party," she said softly, her eyes searching mine for agreement.

I nodded again. There was no way I could face everyone now, not after what had happened. The idea of standing in front of the pack, pretending to be happy, pretending everything was fine… I just couldn't do it. I felt broken inside.

"I'll call everyone and let them know," she said, giving me a gentle squeeze. "But first, let's get you some ice cream."

Ice cream had always been our go-to comfort whenever I was upset, ever since I was a little girl. It didn't solve the problem, but it always made me feel just a little bit better. And right now, I needed that.

As my mom disappeared into the kitchen, I collapsed onto the couch, curling up into a ball. Zena was still quiet, and I could feel her sadness mixing with my own. She had wanted Derick to be our mate too. She had always liked him, always thought of him as a strong potential partner. But fate had other plans, apparently.

Closing my eyes, I tried to block out the pain, but it was everywhere. Every thought, every memory of Derick felt like a fresh wound, like someone twisting a knife deeper into my heart. I had been so sure. And now... everything felt so uncertain.

A few minutes later, my mom returned with two bowls of ice cream, handing me one and sitting beside me. She didn't say anything, didn't try to offer any more comforting words. She just sat there, quietly eating her ice cream, letting me know that I wasn't alone in my pain.

I took a bite of the vanilla ice cream, the cool sweetness melting on my tongue, but it didn't bring the comfort I was hoping for. Still, I forced myself to take another bite, and another, until the bowl was empty. I set it down on the coffee table and sighed.

"I'll be okay, Mom," I said, though I wasn't entirely sure I believed it.

"I know you will be," she replied, her voice full of love and confidence. "You're stronger than you think, Elena. And one day, you'll look back on this and realize that everything happened the way it was meant to."

But that day felt so far away. Right now, all I could feel was the sting of rejection, the pain of losing not just a potential mate, but the future I had always imagined with him.

For the rest of the evening, I stayed on the couch with my mom, the canceled party a distant thought. All the hopes I'd had for today were gone, replaced by the bitter truth that my life wasn't going to unfold the way I had planned. It hurt. It hurt more than I ever thought possible.

But somewhere deep inside, I knew my mom was right. One day, I would find my true mate. One day, this pain would fade.

But for now, I just needed to heal.