The Two Alphas' Fated Witch

Fated Mates

"You're our Mate" the ginger exclaims again, exasperated.

"Rather, you used your magic to become our Mate."

My head snaps to the other guy and I look him dead in those jet-black eyes. No, they're not black. Just a really dark brown. And they're really pained right now.

"What does that mean?"

The ginger, who I'm starting to realize is that Eric guy, scoffs. "Pfft, seriously? Don't they teach you witches anything about werewolves?"

I roll my eyes and turn back to him. "One, I'm not a witch. And two," I continue as he tries to rebuke my claim again "Lycanology was an elective course in my highschool. One that I didn't take, since it didn't seem necessary at the time." Though I'm now starting to wish that I had.

The taller one, who I guess is Joey then, sighs and explains. "Werewolves can have relationships like any other person. However, sometimes we find someone special. The One. Someone Moon Goddess states we are destined to be with for all our lives. Those are called Fated Mates. They are rare, but not impossible."

"What is impossible is for someone to have two Mates. And for a Mate to be a witch." Eric shifts to sit on the floor cross-legged and leans back a little. He twirls his finger in the air while asking "So, could you make with the undoing magic and-"

"What is this 'being a Fated Mate' thing? I still have no idea what this means." I interrupt him and turn to Joey.

I ignore the low growls coming from Eric's vocal cords and wait for Joey's response. He also gets comfortable, leaning against the wall with one leg supporting and the other lying flat. "Fated Mates are pretty much soulmates, but with extra stuff for werewolves. We can feel certain extreme emotions, sense the presence of each other..."

"...Know when each other wakes up from being unconscious for a long time..."

"Again, not the point." Joey shakes his head at Eric's little addition and turns back to me. "The point is that it's a very strong bond. An unbreakable bond. And a very, very personal one."

I'm still really confused. "But I don't feel any of that with you guys."

Eric raises an eyebrow. "Well, humans usually don't feel all of that, but you should still feel some attraction and have an emotional linkage."

Attraction? For these two? Yeah. Right. Who would be attracted to two annoying, arrogant, terrifying...strong, gorgeous, sexy... I realize I'm staring at the two of them. Joey's relaxed, muscular form and Eric's brilliant, slightly lighter now, hazel eyes. They really are two striking men...

"Nope. Definitely not."

Eric sneers and prepares to start another shouting match. But the low chuckle from Joey surprises us both as we face him. "We also can tell when you're lying. At least, when you're being as obvious as that."

I quickly look away from him, but even I can feel the blood rushing up my neck and face. Calm down, hormones. You are not helping me make my case right now. Besides, how could these guys ever be attracted to me...?

That stops my heart dead in its tracks and allows me to think for a second. Wait, he just said...

I turn straight towards them both, glaring at their faces. I close my eyes and breathe in before proclaiming out loud, once again, "I am not a witch."

I can feel their glares on me, and I open mine to find what I was already expecting. Nevertheless, I meet their eyes directly and hold my ground. "So, was that a lie."

It's a question, but I say it as a statement. Because I know the truth. And as their glares turn to realization and, furthermore, to confusion, they finally begin to realize too.

"But that's not poss-"

"How do you explain those purple sparks and you throwing us across the room like that then?" demands Eric, stopping Joey from uttering another word.

I blink, shake my head, and furrow my brow at Eric. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You can't seriously make us believe that that was just a coincidence. You did magic, right in front of us."

"He's right. It was like something threw us across that room and into the wall. That's not normal, and the purple sparks definitely came from you" Eric concurs.

"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about. The last thing I remember is you two lunging at me and me yelling at you to stop. Then, I woke up here."

They stare at me for a bit before Eric breaks the silence by slamming his fists into the floor, making me jump. "f**k, how are you still not lying?!"

"I'm sorry, but that is all I remember."

We all shake our heads, trying to think about what happened. They probably remember stuff that I don't because I passed out. Fainting isn't new for me either, and I was stressed beyond belief three days ago.

Fuck, I have to come up with something to tell people why I was missing for three days. My boss is gonna fire me this time, for sure, and my family is gonna rip me a new one. I sigh. That's nothing new, if I'm being honest.

But the Santiagos...

"s**t, can I borrow a phone?"

Confused and furrowed brows are launched at me as I get up, trying not to fall on my sleeping leg while simultaneously trying to wake it up without it biting back as per the usual. Eric gets up first, and I know now for a fact I'm the shortest in the room. Like I had a doubt. "What do you need a phone for?"

While Joey gets up, and my leg gives me the usual pins and needles, I explain. "I've been missing for three days, and the day I went missing I was headed to a friend's house." Memories of Cassie and my last phone call return, and I groan. "s**t, Cassie probably thinks I really did run off the road and die. Ugh, she's probably panicking like crazy right now."

"But we have to fix this first. We have to figure out what the hell happened and-"

"Look," I stop Joey with a hand. "You're right. We do have to figure out what happened. But none us have the slightest clue as to what is going on, nor will we learn anything new and figure s**t out by just sitting around and frying our brains. Now, I have a friend with family that actually gives a damn about me who are all right this minute probably freaking the f**k out and worrying themselves sick. If you two want to sit around and do nothing in hopes the gods will grant you an all-access pass to 'What Happened and How to Fix It' land, go for it. As for me, I'm gonna focus on what I can do right now. Which is stopping the Santiagos from calling the FBI and sending out milk cartons with my face plastered on them. So, once again, can I borrow a phone?"