Born For The Alpha

'Dear Arda, I know that you have no idea who this is but at the nearest possible time, you will. I wish you a happy twenty-first birthday and hope that you like the present attached to this note. PS: If any male asks you out, tell him that you’re already taken because you belong to me and I will mate you at the right time. I am The Alpha you will soon get to know.' Having finished reading the handwritten note, Arda was at first filled with fear and uncertainty. The handwriting was clear, cursive, and written with dark ink on a plain sheet of white paper. She could not make much sense of the note. Alpha? Mate? What did that even mean? And why would the anonymous man say that she belonged to him? She was a human being. She belonged to no one. You cannot just own someone. Why was she even letting the message bother her? It could be a prank. Resting on that thought, she rolled her eyes and cast an amused gaze upon the note, believing that it was probably a prank from one of her friends. She did not have many friends, making it easy to have a culprit in mind. Jacob, she thought. She would not put it past him. Between her two friends, he was wittier, laid-back, and prone to mischief. Arda was seated in the living room at the dining table currently occupied by several half-unwrapped presents. The house was an apartment off-campus, which she shared with her friends. Arda looked up at Jacob and Karina, who stood before the table, watching her unwrap the presents. Jacob, averagely tall and relaxed at 5'7", had the looks of a typical boy-next-door—plain-faced and friendly, with kind blue eyes that gleamed under his tousled light brown hair. His laid-back manner was a perfect match for his casual style, dressed in casual jeans and a hoodie from the party. Always calm, always playful, it was no wonder Arda had suspected him of the prank. Karina, still dressed from the night’s celebrations in skinny jeans and a fitted top, stood beside Jacob, contrasting sharply with her confident presence. At 5'9", her athletic build exuded a quiet, commanding aura that filled the room. Her long, lean legs seemed to take root in the space, as if she belonged there naturally. Completing her laid-back vibe were her fashionable medicated glasses.With her snobbish good looks typical of a cheerleader, she carried herself with effortless poise, making it impossible to ignore her. Even in moments like these, there was an untamed quality lurking beneath her composed exterior. Both eagerly waited for the moment when she would have to guess what each of them had gifted her. To the three of them, it was a fun game and it had become their custom ever since they had all become friends in the university and started sharing the apartment as flatmates. The house contained four bedrooms and each occupant, owned a room, but shared the large living room space and kitchen while using the extra room as a study room. The living room still showed the aftermath of a party. Empty pizza packs and snack wrappings were converged on the wide living room center table and tiled floor amidst empty bottles of soft drinks, beer, and vodka. Karina yawned and they all looked at the wall clock, which read 9:00 pm. “Some of us are early birds,” Karina complained. “Hurry up, Arda.” “Speak for yourself, Karina.” Jacob chided playfully. “Allow the birthday girl to take her sweet time.” “I am right,” Karina said to him. “Of course, you’re always right,” Jacob responded. “Be very careful with your next words.” Karina threatened, glaring at him and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Arda, you better show us how well you know us. I cannot defend you for long. Karina is a warrior.” “Shut up, Jacob.” Karina retorted. “Quit bickering, you both,” Arda said lightly. “He started it.” “She started it.” Karina and Jacob had both spoken at the same time as they pointed accusing fingers at each other. Arda shook her head at them and laid down the note before her on the table, turning it over to hide the words. Then she stuck her hand inside the brown envelope from which she had retrieved the note, taking out the gift inside- a set of jewelry which she carefully laid out on the table. Her friends joined her in admiring the expensive-looking jewelry set. Arda’s gaze fell on the necklace—an intricate, sixteen-inch chain of delicate, interwoven gold links that shimmered subtly in the light. The pendant, a finely crafted wolf’s head, was detailed with striking precision: sharp, intelligent eyes made of tiny, glinting black gemstones that seemed to watch her, and the wolf’s fur, etched with intricate patterns, gave the impression of movement, as if the creature were caught mid-howl. Matching this was a pair of gold earrings, each designed to mimic the pendant but smaller in size, with the same level of artistry. The earrings hung elegantly, their tiny wolf heads suspended in perfect symmetry, fierce yet graceful. Together, they formed a set that was bold and mysterious, a perfect reflection hinting at the wild spirit behind the mystery of the sender. “Wow,” Karina said, reaching out and taking it off her hand. “It looks like real gold. Allow me to study its authenticity. ” She began peering closely at it. “I hate to challenge your expertise," Jacob said to her, "but without your glasses, I’m afraid we won’t have the right findings.” He held out his hand to receive it. Karina rolled her eyes and handed it over to him. Jacob received it and raised it close to his eyes, studying it for a few seconds. “Hmm. You didn’t tell us you’ve met a rich man, Arda. ” He said. “This is pure gold and the pendant looks captivating.” “Finally, Arda is dating.” Karina teased. “Come on, tell us something. Who is it from?” “I have no idea. There is no name on the envelope.” “Is it perhaps from a secret admirer?” Jacob asked. “A guy crushing on you, maybe?” asked Karina. “Shut up guys, I know it’s one of you and that’s Jacob, precisely. Everyone knows how naughty you can be.” “Me?” Jacob asked, incredulous. “How can I afford this? I come from a middle-class home.” “Then it’s you, Karina.” Arda accused, but Karina shook her head. “I come from a middle-class home too. No offense, but I’ll rather buy this for myself than for you.” “Me too,” Jacob said and Arda gave them a hurt look, a frown furrowing her brow. “You both have just hurt my feelings.” she said. “I understand, Arda, but trust me, I didn’t send this.” Jacob insisted. Karina shrugged. “Seriously, I didn’t.” Arda picked up the note and passed it to Jacob. “What’s this?” he asked without looking at the words, but Karina had drawn close to him and was scanning the note with her eyes. “That message came with the gift,” Arda responded and watched him lower his eyes to the words on the note, which he started reading aloud. Karina glared at him as soon as he had finished reading it. “Did you write this, Jacob?” she demanded, hands akimbo. “Of course not.” “Swear it.” Karina insisted. “Let your no be no and your yes be yes…” Jacob began. “Spare me the bible quotes.” Karina interrupted, cutting him off. “Well, you know that I don’t swear. It is against my faith. But I didn’t do it. This isn’t my writing. ” Jacob looked serious. “I believe you guys,” said Arda. “Don’t sweat it.” “Maybe it was one of the guests,” Karina suggested. “Probably.” Arda agreed. “Whoever it is would probably be laughing their head off as they imagine what your reaction would be,” Jacob told her. “Just ignore it.” Arda was getting convinced of his words when a troubling thought hit her. “But who would play a prank with an expensive item?” she asked and there was a slight pause as they all contemplated the question. Then Jacob shrugged. “Someone with money to throw around, I guess,” he said. “Exactly.” Karina agreed. “Can I have the necklace?” “You’re so greedy,” Jacob told her. “No way, Karina. I get to keep it. ” Arda responded. She opened her palm and Jacob returned the note and the gift back to her. She placed the note on the table and put the gift on it. “Fine, I wish someone would prank me like this with a Rolex,” Karina said dreamily and they all laughed. “Hey, let’s not forget that Arda has still not shown us how well she knows us.” Jacob pointed out and Arda looked at the two separate unwrapped presents that sat together at a corner of the table. One of them was an iPod. The other one was a headset. Arda rose and smiled at her friends. “You both came together and bought these for me.” She said. “Because you knew I’ve had it on my wish list for so long. Thank you so much.” Her friends did not deny it. They smiled at her as they drew close to her and hugged her. As Arda hugged them, her eyes went to the gift resting on the note. “Are you going to wear it?” Jacob asked as soon as they disengaged. “I don’t know,” she responded. “It is really pretty,” Karina said admiringly. “You have nothing to lose.” “Maybe I will. I don’t know.” “I also think that you shouldn’t just disregard the note,” Karina advised. “We could have a stalker on the loose.” “Who would stalk her?” Jacob asked. “She’s not a celebrity.” “You don’t have to be a celebrity to be stalked.” Karina pointed out. “Whatever.” Said Jacob. “Arda, I suggest, you should try dating to see if the mysterious man would react,” Karina suggested. “Well, I’ve already started dating.” Arda reveled, a smug smile on her face. Surprised, her friends exchanged looks before returning their gazes to her and their eyes were questioning. “I accepted to be Luke’s girlfriend today during the party.” “Oh my God, that’s amazing,” Karina said excitedly. “My friend finally has a boyfriend.” “Well, it's about time,” Jacob commented. "That guy has been on your case since our first year.” “What made you agree?” Karina asked. “He’s nice. He has always been nice. So I figured, why not?” “Congratulations.” Her friends chorused, smiling at her and she couldn’t stop the blush that stained her cheeks. “Thanks.” “Just look at her.” Jacob teased. “Does he know he will be your first boyfriend?” “Shut up, J.” Arda and Karina told him and he raised his hands in surrender. “Anyway, this development is welcome,” Karina said. “Now, we’ll easily know if the mysterious man is for real.” “That’s true.” Jacob agreed and the three of them cast their gazes down at the present from the anonymous man. As Arda stared at the note and the gift, she did not want to admit that she was a bit scared. But then, she also thought hopefully that dating Luke without any unpleasant incident would, at least, put her fears to rest. Her goal was clear- Provoke a reaction out of the mysterious Alpha and see if he was for real or not.