The Supreme Alpha

Author's note: This is from Zoe's point of view

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And the long-awaited day finally arrived. My eighteenth birthday.

It should be a big deal, becoming an adult and everything that comes with it, but my day wasn't fantastic, as I hoped it will be.

I woke up with a start, afraid that I overslept, only to see that it's barely dawn.

BUT! Today was my birthday and technically I was eighteen years old since midnight, which means a few hours already, so I took a deep breath and focused. I tried sensing something, anything.

"Hello?", I called aloud like a hopeful idiot and waited for my wolf to respond.

I did this a million times in the last few years, every time hoping that my wolf will say something, but just like a million times prior, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Damn it!

After an initial surge of rage, I calmed down and drowned in depression.

I am useless.

Why is my wolf not responsive?

When we arrived to stay with Fynn, I was more-less on the same level with Ash and Luca, yet now the two of them left me in the dust.

Luca and Ash and everyone else I know have their wolf, they talk and shift into wolf form, but not me. I'm an outlier. The odd one. The cripple.

Comforting words how I'm tall and beautiful and smart and I have so many things going in my favor were not working because none of those are important without my wolf.

The only two things I ever wanted were my wolf and my mate, and I can't feel my mate without my wolf, so it doesn't seem that any of those two will happen.

Without my mate, my soul will be alone, and without my wolf, I can't even consider myself as a whole person.

I don't need extraordinary looks or powers, I just want to be a normal werewolf!

My eyes prickled and I stuffed my face in the pillow to suppress the sobs which shook my body.

I was holding onto this feeble hope that I need to wait until my eighteenth birthday and then all my problems will be solved.

For humans (and many other creatures), the eighteenth birthday is just a day that symbolizes eighteen rotations of Earth around the Sun since they were born, but for werewolves, it's supposed to be a magical day when mystical gates are unlocked, and our powers surge as we fuse completely with our wolf half.

Well, so much for magic.

Even Drago, Alpha's son without his wolf, has the Alpha aura that forced me to bow yesterday while he was fighting with Fynn. Many times before I would shrink out of fear, but this was not fear, this was absolute submission and I didn't hate it. It was an honor to be in the presence of such a powerful wolf and my instincts urged me to submit and serve him.

If Drago (or should I call him Mateo now?) has abilities without his wolf, how can I be this useless?

Oh, wait! I don't have a wolf, but I still need to submit to an Alpha? I'm a joke.

Last week, after the oath, Ash got an ability to read minds, and Luca was his usual silent self, but I have a feeling that something is different. Knowing Luca, he probably unlocked some awesome power, yet he didn't reveal it in order not to make me feel bad.

Sure, I felt energetic, and I thought that will be the trigger I need for my wolf to stir, but it was a dud. I never loathed myself this much.

I regretted agreeing with Serina's ridiculous idea of celebrating my birthday. Now my friends will come, and they will all get to see that I'm still a defected she-wolf. Great. Just great.

I wished that Luca is here. If he didn't have that stupid idea of going to London, he would be here, and I would crawl into his bed and let him comfort me until I feel better. Luca never spoke much, but he always knew what to say.

Actually, it's better if Luca is not here.

Maybe something important comes up and Luca and Ash stay in London. In that way, I wouldn't need to see their eyes full of pity directed at me when they realize that my wolf is still silent.

The truth was that I was angry at both Luca and Ash. My brother and my boyfriend. They are the two most important guys in my life, yet they ditched me. Luca and Ash are enjoying in London, doing who-knows-what, while I'm here all alone.

Actually, over the last few months, I got used to Ash's absence, and I fear that Luca will drift away from me as well.

Sure, other than work-related communication, I talked with Luca every evening on the phone since he left for London, but it's not the same. I was missing him and I hated him at the same time, and the pressure of my birthday coming without my wolf only made everything worse.

I can feel her, damn it! Why is she refusing to come out?

What if I can't feel it, but that's only a product of my desperate imagination?

I was crying into the pillow as my mood drifted between self-pity and anger until my alarm clock buzzed, reminding me that it's time to get up.

I slapped the alarm clock into silence and wished that I can stay in bed and people have this party without me.

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My body moved on auto-pilot as I got ready for the day and headed downstairs.

Mona was in the living room, with a cup of coffee and her tablet, going over the details of the day ahead of us. Her shiny blonde hair was lifted into a neat high bun, and her expensive suit was fitting her like a glove, without a single crease… all that together with her flawless makeup, makes Mona always appearing like she is about to step on a runway or maybe head for an important function.

I wonder if that's her ability, to look magnificent all the time.

Mona is a ball of energy and Serina explained that Mona is her familiar, yet I still have no idea how that exactly works considering that Serina is not a vampire.

"You are up early.", Mona chirped cheerfully when she saw me.

"Not as early as you are."

Mona coked her exquisite eyebrow at me. "You are not a morning person, are you? Coffee?"

"Sure. Black, no sugar." I hoped that the bitter buzz will pull me out of my sour mood.

Mona swiftly got me a cup of coffee and then she talked about the party.

Mona was probably the most excited about today. Woman loves parties. She should open a party-planning agency.

Fynn joined us after some time, and I couldn't believe how much he was sucking up to Mona.

"How can I help? … It's not a problem… Feel free to use me in any way you see fit… I will get it done in a minute…"

Ugh! I felt like gagging. Is this really mighty Fynn who gets everyone to obey him? How low can he go just to get into a woman's panties?

After the beating Mateo gave him yesterday, I was surprised that Fynn showed his face.

But it seemed that he didn't make much progress with Mona who treated him as free labor, and I hoped that she will not fall for his gimmicks.

Fynn followed Mona into the garden where tables and chairs needed to be set up together with decorations, and my task was to confirm with Maria that rooms are ready for my guests that I wished won't come.

"They will be here in less than an hour…", Maria informed me. "Breakfast will be served then, but if you are really hungry, I can give you a snack now."

My stomach formed uncomfortable knots at the thought of guests. I was not in a mood to eat, party, or entertain anyone.

Serina came down and her questionable look told me that it's coming… and there it was… she inquired about my non-existent wolf.

Serina comforted me with words about how my wolf might wake up during the coming of age ceremony, but I couldn't even offer her a fake smile because I was terrified of what's coming.

Sergio will perform a ritual, asking for blessings and guidance from the Moon Goddess as I become an adult, and then we were all supposed to shift into our wolf forms and go hunting.

The problem is that I, the main person of the party, the adult werewolf, can't shift into wolf form.

This will be beyond embarrassing.

Instead of blessings, I should ask for a shovel, to dig a hole for me to hide.

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