The Alpha’s Broken Mate

(Lena's POV) "Ugh, he's making me go to another one of these stupid functions," I sighed out loud to no one in particular. "Why can't he just let me be and find my mate in my own time?" I think to myself. My name is Lena, and I'm 18. I also happen to be the alpha's daughter. He keeps dragging me along with him to all the functions he must attend. Why, you ask? Well, that's because I turned 18 about 2 months ago, and I still haven't shifted, nor have I gotten my wolf. Nobody knows why and they haven't been able to find anything about this happening before in our history. I am sure something is out there; we just haven't been able to find it yet. So, to try anything, my dad has been dragging me to all his functions in hopes that I will find my mate, which will force my wolf to come forward and force me to shift. He keeps parading me in front of all these alphas, but he doesn't know I have a secret. I am not sure what he, my mom, and the pack will think, but I want to be happy. "Lena! You better be getting dressed! We are leaving soon, and I don't want to be late," I hear my father shout to me. "I am getting dressed! I will be down shortly," I yell back. I sat down at my vanity to finish my makeup. After doing a smokey eye to go with my dress, I plugged in my curling iron and straightener to do my hair. Everyone always tells me how beautiful I am and compliments me, though I don't often feel it. I'm short and curvy, with breasts that most women pay good money for with a plastic surgeon. My hair comes to the middle of my back; it's thick, wavy, and the color of sunsets; well, at least that's how my mom describes it. My dad tells me my smile lights up the room, but my eyes are what I am complimented on the most. My eyes are green but not just any green; they change color. Some days they are emerald green; some days, they are bluer, some days, they are grey, but my absolute favorite color is turquoise. When I am happy, they are a greenish-blue color that stands out, but as of late, my eyes have been mostly grey. So, for tonight's event, I've chosen a dark grey dress. It's strapless, shorter in the front, and longer in the back to show off my curves and legs, with some diamond studs on the underside of the longer back part of the dress. The top of the dress has some diamonds on the sash around the midsection, giving it just enough bling and plunges just enough to show off my cleavage a bit but still being modest. Since I want to accentuate the top of the dress, I am going with an updo. I did a braid up the back of my head and two French braids on the left and right sides of my head, having all three braids meet in the middle. I then put them all in a ponytail and did a ton of individual curls. After that, I pinned each curl, making a bun in the center. I placed a small diamond hairpiece in to give it a little pop and then sprayed my hair to set everything. After I finished my hair, I put my dress on, my jewelry, and my shoes. I took one last look in the mirror, ensuring everything looked good and was in place before I headed downstairs. As I was opening my bedroom door to meet my father, I sent up a silent prayer to the moon goddess Selene to help me find my mate soon so I could stop this charade and start living my life. As I descended the stairs towards the main area of the packhouse, I found my mom and dad waiting for me on the couch. Dad looked handsome as always. He was tall, with black hair, neatly trimmed facial hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could make you go weak at the knees. He had on a dark blue suit with a silver tie and dark blue dress shoes to match. He could make a paper bag look good, but it was nothing compared to how my mother looked. She looked like a goddess, and she outshined my dad. She had on a silver, sleeveless, halter, floor-length gown. It had little diamonds all on the top part of the dress, with a slit up the side showing off her gorgeous legs, which she paired with a dark blue sparkly set of heels. Her strawberry blonde hair was half up and half down, with curls cascading down her back. What really stood out, though, was my mother's eyes. She had grey eyes that almost looked clear. They are always pretty, but the silver dress really made them stand out. “Oh, Lena darling, you look gorgeous,” my mother gushed at me. “You always say that to me, mom, even when I am wearing jeans and a t-shirt" I giggled at her. My father leaned down and kissed my cheek “are you ladies ready to go?” As we piled into the car, I started feeling nervous. I never felt nervous going to these things, ever. Usually, I am annoyed, bored, or indifferent but never nervous. I feel like something big is going to happen tonight. Maybe I will meet my mate! I wonder what they will be like? Will they accept me? Will they reject me? Will they be surprised? I really hope they accept me. I’ve heard from some older wolves about the pain of rejection. They said it was so excruciating they wouldn’t wish it on anyone. They did, however, get a second chance, mate, so I at least have that to look forward to in case my mate doesn’t want me. After two hours in the car, we pulled up to a large, locked gate. As I looked up the hill, I could see lights twinkling from the mansion. The guard at the gate asked my dad for our names to check his list. After we were confirmed to be on the list, he opened the gate, and we started up the long driveway. As we got closer to the mansion, it seemed to be even bigger than I originally thought it to be. A doorman came and helped my mother and me out of the car as my father gave the car keys to the valet and got his ticket to get our car back at the end of the evening. As we started to descend the stairs into the mansion, I just knew something big would happen tonight. I took a deep breath, crossed the threshold, and prayed to the moon goddess that tonight was the night my life would change for the better.