Meeting My Alphas

Rugal

Heading down to the gym should help relieve some of the tension that I’m feeling. At least I hope that it will, it’s almost a week until the trip we have planned and I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin. Everything from the way that the fabric of my suit rubs against my skin to the sound of the elevator buttons is too much for me to handle. My wolf is howling non-stop in the back of my mind and I can’t seem to focus or get anything done. I know that leyla isn’t doing any better, she spent the entire night last night staring at the moon and muttering to herself instead of trying to sleep.

We both go down to the locker room together, hoping to get there before the classes officially start, but after everyone else has changed. As alphas it can be awkward being naked and vulnerable in front of people who are not members of the pack or who might want to challenge you. Normally it wouldn’t be such an issue, but today it feels like a fight would start and then we would have to deal with the fallout. 

Taking the stairs down to the lower levels, we both feel well stretched when we step in and change into our workout clothes. The changing rooms are unisex with a large shared area between the two, which is where we choose to change. leyla is going for something tight and sleek while I choose a looser outfit. We both deal with the overstimulation differently. I prefer to have as little as possible touching me and she likes to wear clothing that feels like it will hold her together.

When we finally enter the workout room we are hit with a scent that makes both of us growl under our breaths. A sound that sends the various lower level members of our pack and the people who rent space in the building with us scurrying to give us space. This scent shouldn’t be here, it shouldn’t smell so good, and it definitely shouldn’t be coming from the tiny omega at the front of the classroom who seems to have just noticed our presence. 

The class seems to drag on forever, the basic workout steps not nearly enough to distract me from her scent. Every time she lifts her arms or moves I can scent her sweat and surprisingly a small hint of arousal. She is nervous but covering well, trying to make up for her fear with a truly impressive amount of energy and a smile that would have kept everyone unaware of her emotional state were she not in a room full of werewolves. Still, she does a good job and everyone knows it is rude to comment on emotions that someone is obviously trying to conceal. 

When the class ends I link with leyla and we quickly decide that we will be staying, this little Omega is obviously someone important to both of us, someone that might just be the answer to why our bond has always felt unfinished. It isn’t unheard of in our world for someone to have multiple mates, but usually they are related or at least found at the same time. To be bonded for 50 years and then find someone new is a little out of the ordinary. It will raise questions that I’m not sure I want to deal with and might cause her some hardships down the road, but for now I just want to get closer to that heavenly scent. 

Blueberries and a summer's breeze seem to permeate the air, even though we are in the dead of winter and the weather has been drizzly and miserable for weeks now. Inside this room it feels like it could be summer. The bright lights, her scent, her cheerful attitude, and the charged tension between her, leyla, and I makes it feel warm and welcoming rather than cold and damp. 

It takes a few minutes for everyone else to file out of the room. Our earlier outburst is all but forgotten, in our societies alphas are often known to be territorial and weird so no-one thinks anything of our reactions. People are making plans to go out with friends, talking about their days, and generally enjoying themselves. I try not to fidget or get cranky, not wanting to call attention to the two of us, but wanting people to be quicker about leaving the room. leyla’s voice sounds in my mind over the link, telling me to calm down and soothing me through the bond, holding me together even though I feel like my entire world has been upended. 

Finally the last of the other members have left and the omega has begun wiping down all of the mats and equipment, working quickly and with a high level of determination. My inner wolf is purring at the care that she gives to each piece that she works with, making sure to take care of it and treating it with respect. It seems that she is a person of high moral fiber and that she will not be likely to make rash decisions or to mistreat those under her if she does join us as a luna. 

We introduce ourselves, mentioning that we own the building and asking about how she is liking her new job. I kick myself for not paying more attention to the new hire paperwork. If I had I would know where she came from, how long she has been in the city, what pack she belongs to, and so many other things. As it is I know nothing.

She smiles and introduces herself as Sophie before she starts babbling about how thankful she is for the job and how much she loves it here. I can smell true happiness under the nervousness, her smile is so gorgeous it is painful. My wolf says that she should always be this happy and I am inclined to agree. Her happiness is almost infectious, making me want to smile and relax, forgetting about how stressed out I have been for the past few weeks. Everything feels softer and less upsetting when she is around. She must truly be our other mate. 

I can see her looking between leyla and I, her eyes landing on our mating bites and seeming to get a little duller as she starts to smell a little more anxious. It seems she is feeling the pull of the mate bond and she seems to be under the impression that she is about to be rejected. I can’t let her think that or we might lose her, might find that she rejects us instead.

“Well Sophie, more than being your bosses I believe that we might be your mates. You smell amazing, even better close us.” I force the words out of my mouth before heavily scenting the air. Her nervousness and the previous workout having left a thin sheen of sweat across her skin that enhances her scent and has my mouth watering. My wolf is howling again in the back of my mind but for a different reason.

Leyla is silent outwardly but over the bond she is freaking out. She’s worried our mate will reject us, she’s wondering how this will work, demanding answers I don’t have from me, and worrying about her appearance all at the same time. I chuckle inwardly. She’s so cute, I guess it’s up to me to start wooing our new mate while she gets herself together. 

Sophie seems to be shocked, she just stares at the two of us, seemingly trying to process what we’ve said. leyla is all but yelling at me through the link, saying that I’ve scared her off for good and that she is going to bolt. The hackles of my inner wolf are up, preparing to chase her down and make her listen, needing her to know that we would never harm her. I’m almost too caught up inside my own thoughts and the bond to hear her heartbreakingly quiet question.

“M..mates? Like both of you?” Her voice breaks and goes high as she asks this, her nervousness spiking and interestingly enough her arousal as well. She seems to be thinking over a lot in her head, but whatever it is my wolf wants to fix it and then bury his nose in her scent, rolling around until we smell like nothing but her body forever. The mate bond is well and truly making itself known, if she rejects us now I don’t know how we will handle the pain. 

leyla is staring at her intently, her own breathing hard and her nostrils flaring as the takes in her scent and the layers of arousal that are mixing with the less favorable anxiety. Her scent seems to be growing sweeter by the second.

I force myself to ask if this scares her, my voice coming out low and deep, almost as if I’m trying to seduce her rather than trying to keep control of my wolf. Another wave of emotions crash through her body and she is almost shaking now, her fingers fidgeting with her hair and her throat swallowing repeatedly. Her eyes are starting to glaze over slightly, the mating bond pushing hard to calm her and make her less worried. 

“I’m not… scared. I do have some questions, but mostly I’m happy to meet you.” She squares her shoulders as she starts talking, pushing her chest up and meeting our eyes for the first time since we started talking. She smells of honesty and curiosity, her earlier nervousness seeming to melt away. My wolf howls, our mate wants us and is working so hard to impress us. 

I notice that I have begun circling her, looking at her from every angle that I can. leyla forces out a command to follow us, dismissing her concern about her upcoming classes, something I can easily have another pack member cover for the time being. I join her in reassuring the little Omega that everything will be alright before walking out the door. Somehow I know she will follow us, keeping up even though we are walking with a purpose.

It is time to stop feeling hollow, time to feel complete. Somehow the goddess has given us this sweet omega as a gift and I will spend the rest of my life making sure that I am worthy of such a gift. 

I can’t help but feel smug as we are walking and she looks around, taking in the different companies and decor on each floor. We made this, we offer this to you as a courting gift my wolf says in my head. He is happy that we can provide for our mate, that she will never go without. She will never worry about money or anything else so basic. 

We choose to walk again, going across each floor and greeting the people who work on them, walking with our little mate between us, making it obvious that she is someone special to us. I hear people start asking questions on each floor, making my inner wolf smile. Good, let them ask questions, let them be interested in our mate. Only Leyla and I will have the satisfaction of knowing her carnally, no matter how interested the other wolves become.