Alpha Nasser

Chapter 1: My boyfriend found his mate

Emily's POV

"I was so sad and desperate," I thought to myself, as I sat alone in my dimly lit room, surrounded by the melancholy of my own thoughts. The memory of Ethan lingered in my mind, like a bitter taste that refused to fade away.

Once upon a time, I had thought myself the happiest girl in the world, for I had found solace in the arms of a good man. His name was Ethan, and he had a gentle aura that seemed to caress my soul with every touch. He was my anchor, the steady presence that kept me grounded even on the most tumultuous of days.

But now, everything had changed. The realization that Ethan had found his true mate had shattered my illusion of a perfect life, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. I felt like I was living in a nightmare, unable to escape the pain that consumed me.

The image of Ethan's face, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow, flashed in my mind. He had tried to explain that werewolves had mates that they were destined to be with, and that I was not the one. His words had cut through me like a sharp knife, leaving behind wounds that refused to heal.

As I sat there, lost in my own despair, I wondered how I could have been so foolish. I had trusted Ethan with my heart, only to have it shattered into a million pieces. The thought of him with his mate, living a life that was meant for me, sent waves of agony through my soul.

Memories of Ethan flooded my mind. I couldn't help but think back to the days when we were happy, when we were young and in love.

I remember our first date like it was yesterday. We went to the park, walking hand in hand, laughing and chatting like old friends. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everything felt perfect. And then he leaned in for a kiss, and I knew that I was in love.

We spent every moment we could together after that, going on long walks, watching movies, cooking together. I remember the time when we tried to make sushi for the first time, and ended up with a kitchen covered in rice and seaweed. We laughed so hard that we could barely breathe, and I knew that I was with someone special.

Ethan always knew how to make me feel special. He would leave little love notes in my bag, or surprise me with my favorite flowers on a random Tuesday. He was always there for me, through thick and thin, and I knew that I could count on him to be my rock.

The tears flowed freely down my cheeks, as I mourned the loss of the love that I had believed was forever. The memory of Ethan, the man I had thought was my soulmate, was now a bitter reminder of the pain that came with love. The realization that our relationship was never meant to last had hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt as though my heart had been ripped out of my chest.

I still remember that day when I gave my kiss to him and also my virginity. It was a bittersweet moment, filled with equal parts of hope and despair. As our lips touched, I had felt a sense of belonging, as if I had finally found my place in the world. But that feeling had been short-lived, and soon, reality had come crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

That day we went to the bar, I remember feeling a sense of unease in the pit of my stomach. Something about the atmosphere felt off, as if the air was charged with an electric energy. I had no idea what was coming, but looking back now, I should have seen the signs.

As we sat there, sipping our drinks and chatting about mundane things, I saw her. A beautiful woman was walking out of the bar, her long brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She was dressed in a simple black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her heels clacked on the pavement as she made her way down the street.

But it wasn't just her appearance that caught my attention. There was a charm about her, a magnetism that drew everyone's eyes to her. As she walked past our table, I could feel the energy in the room shift, as if the universe itself was acknowledging her presence.

The next moment, I felt that something was out of control. Ethan's smell of pheromones was everywhere, overpowering and impossible to ignore. I could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger that was consuming him from within. And then I saw her again, walking towards us, a small smile on her lips.

As she drew closer, I saw her features more clearly. Her skin was a warm golden brown, her eyes a deep shade of brown that seemed to shimmer with hidden depths. And her smile... oh, her smile. It was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, infectious and impossible to resist.

It was then that I knew. She was his true mate, the one he had been destined to be with all along. I felt a pang of jealousy and longing, mixed with a strange sense of relief. The truth had been revealed, and there was no more pretending.

Ethan's movements were almost frenzied as he reached out to her, his hands trembling with excitement. And as he took her in his arms, I couldn't help but notice the softness of his touch, the way his fingers seemed to caress her skin. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, lost in their own little bubble of love.

I turned away, unable to bear the sight any longer. My heart ached, but I knew that it was time to let go. Ethan had found his true mate, and I was just a passing chapter in his life. It was time for me to move on and find my own path.