The Two Alphas' Fated Witch

What's Going On?

Glass shattering as it hits the floor and furniture following soon there after are heard just before the sounds of footsteps charging towards my barricade. And they're definitely faster than when I woke up. As I hear the knob turning, I brace myself against the door. Although it's not like the body slams from the church, there's still a decent bit of force being put into entering this room. Luckily, being heavy comes with a few perks here and there.

"What the- Hey, open up!" The younger one bangs a couple times on the door while twisting the knob. Yeah, like that'll help.

"Not a chance. Now someone tell me what's going on!"

"That's something we'd like to know too!" he growls.

"Oh, so you don't know why I'm in a random bedroom in a place I've never been to with two werewolves that tried to kill me three days ago!"

"Aha, so you were awake!"

"Not the point, Eric" says the older one. That must be Joey. There's some movement on the other side of the door before two slightly lesser bangs can be felt. "Would you let us in so we can talk? Please?"

"We can talk just like this, you freaking psychos!"

There's more growling on the other side for a second or two before silence. After some mumbling, as well as a groan from who I assume is Eric, I'm answered by Joey replying "Alright, we'll talk like this, if that'll get us the answers we're all looking for."

I'm a little shocked that worked, but I stay firm against the door, just in case. After a few seconds of silence, I hear a sigh before that Joey guy starts talking. "You're here because you passed out three days ago and haven't woken until now. This is a cabin our parents left us a while ago. It was the only place we could take you until you woke up."

The fainting spell makes some sense. The rest, however, does not. "Why not take me to a hospital?"

"Pfft, I think we all know why that would've been a horrible idea, idiot." This Eric guy is really getting on my nerves.

"Oh, you know what? You're right. It would be really stupid to bring the person you tried to slaughter to a hospital!" Two can play that game, Asshole.

There's a long silence on the other side of the door. I'm about to ask if they're still there when Eric surprises me by speaking, rather solemnly, "What's your name?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Why are you the only one that gets her questions answered?!" he retorts, reverting back to his previous aggression.

"Why were you trying to kill me?!"

"WILL YOU STOP BRINGING THAT UP?! IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS WE CAN'T KILL YOU NOW!"

What?

"Wait, why not?"

"Are you really that stupid? Look at your f*****g shoulders, gods dammit!"

My shoulders...?

I lower my jacket and long sleeve tee to check the areas he mentioned. Sure enough, there's something on both of them: an orange waxing crescent moon on my left shoulder and a black waning crescent on my right. They mirror each other perfectly, making a striking combo.

You've got to be kidding me!!

"YOU GAVE ME f*****g TATTOOS WHILE I WAS ASLEEP?!?! WHAT IN ALL THE HELLS IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!?!?!"

"That's it!!" Before I can do anything, the knob is almost wrenched out the other side and the door slams against my back. I must've shifted away from the door to look at my shoulders, because he's able to get enough leverage to push both the door and me aside. While I scramble backwards, a lean, pale ginger with dark hazel eyes marches straight towards me, followed by a tall, more muscular man with tannish coloring and matching jet black hair and eyes. I bump into the armchair, trying to get away, but it's no use. They're on top of me in no time, and I'm cornered. Curling up in a ball, I prepare myself for whatever pain I'm about to endure.

But it never comes. A minute goes by before I gain the courage to slowly glance up, thoroughly confused. I was prepared for pain. To be hit, beaten, bruised. Hells, even for some more shouting.

What I was not prepared for was two grown, gorgeous men kneeling before me and looking at me with a mixture of disdain and...concern...?

But that doesn't make any sense...

"Please... Just let us go..." The red-head whines.

"What are you talking abou-"

"We won't try to ki-" The word gets caught in his throat. He closes his eyes and sighs, then starts again. "We won't try to hurt you anymore. So just please. Release us and we'll leave you alone."

"You won't have to worry about us. We swear not to lay a finger on you" adds the other. "But this is cruel, even for a witch."

Silence rings throughout the cabin as their words begin to register in my head.

"What did you just call me?" I exhale in a whisper.

"You can stop with the charade" groans the taller one. "We know you're a witch."

"No I'm not. Why do you guys think I'm a-"

"Seriously, just STOP!" exclaims the ginger, practically in a sob.

That word. That one word. It resonates in my ears. But not in the ginger's voice. No, it's my own. From when I cried out right before two werewolves attacked me. Trying to protect myself from being murdered. I had felt something in that moment. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. What was that?

I blink, bringing myself back to the present. I was probably just imagining it. Plus, that's not what matters right now. I look back at these two men and am stunned to see what I find. Their expressions are still full of disgust, but another emotion lingers in the corners of their eyes. Pain.

Physical pain is one thing. It goes away after a while, and leaves only scarring, at most. I've felt it plenty of times, both due to my own clumsiness and from the actions of others. But the pain these two are going through right now. This expression they're giving me. This desperation in their voices. In their pleading eyes.

This is emotional pain.

This is trauma.

And this is something I'm far more familiar with.

"What did I do to you two?"

The taller one shakes his head and pushes black locks from his face so he can stare into my confused eyes with his own tormented ones a bit better. "Isn't it obvious?"

He turns to the ginger, who's stopped crying at this point, and nods. In one identical motion, they show me their shoulders. The ginger has a black waning crescent on his right shoulder, and the black-haired one has an orange waxing crescent on his left. They're identical matches to mine. They're even in the same positions.

"You're our Mate" they say in unison.

...

"... I'm your what?"