The Alpha's Daughter

The thumping bass vibrated through the floorboards, mingling with the excited shouts and laughter of a hundred teenagers. My house, usually quiet and orderly, was a swirling chaos of bodies, spilled drinks, and intoxicating scents. It was my 17th birthday, and Emily's idea of a 'small party' had clearly spiraled into a full-blown invasion.

I pushed my way through the dense crowd, a sudden, unfamiliar aroma cutting through the usual teenage musk. It was a symphony of desert lily, vanilla orchid, coconut milk, and a hint of jasmine – utterly captivating. My instincts screamed at me, pulling me like a tide towards its source. And then I saw him. Cole Greystone, the future Alpha, standing in the makeshift dancefloor of my living room, staring directly at me. In that moment, surrounded by the pandemonium of my own making, the realization hit me with the force of a physical blow: Cole Greystone, the future Alpha, was my mate.