The Two Alphas' Fated Witch

Coming Out

"You-you're j-joking, right?"

I knew nothing about Betas, but Alphas are werewolves almost every human is aware of. Especially understanding what it means to face the main Alphas of a Pack. Packs pretty much rule the economy. They each represent a different part of commerce, and no human company could dare to oppose them. So us humans end up working for them. Most Packs are pretty chill employers and don't look down on average people.

Most, that is...

Suddenly, a few things start to make sense. The log cabin that is in the middle of nowhere. How their disappearance for three days isn't that big of an issue. They don't have to worry about their bosses getting mad and firing them. They are the Bosses.

And of the Dual Pack, no less. The newest, but biggest Pack in the area, at the current moment. They used to be smaller, and two separate Packs: the Claw and the Silver. However, about three years ago, something caused a change and they became one, merging together. That alone wouldn't have helped them overpower the Fur Pack, if it weren't for the fact their businesses began to thrive and they began accepting outside wolves. As well as wolves that left the tyranny of the Fur Alpha. I'm not the only one my boss liked to be an asshole to...

But now I'm facing the main Alphas of this impressive Pack. I never really did much research on them. I've only seen pictures of them at a glance, so I didn't recognize them, but now their names come to me: Eric Clawthorne, previous leader of the Claw Pack, and Josiah Sylvain, previous leader of the Silver Pack.

The knowledge as to why their Packs merged is also extremely apparent, made so by their arms languidly holding each other.

Oh Gods, and I'm now...

This sudden realization nauseates me to my very core, and I try to take a step back. However, the back of the sectional allows only my torso to move on, so I end up doing a backwards somersault over it and falling to the ground. I even bang my head on the wooden coffee table in front of the sofa. Yep, that hurt.

"The hell- are you okay?!" The Alphas surround me quickly on either side of the sectional as I rub the back of my skull. A flashback of three nights ago comes back to me, but their human forms and looks of worry negate my almost PTSD. Instead, that sickening feeling comes back. Because I know they don't want to care about me. This is just their wolf gene forcing them to.

And they are probably just as disgusted with it as I am now.

"I'm fine. Sorry, I just-" Trying to get up, I feel hands gently helping. That forces a slightly different reaction, with my body pulling out of their grasps and turning quickly to sit in the middle of the couch. My arms envelope my chest immediately, taking a defensive stance, but that only causes the worry in both Alphas' eyes to grow. As well as increasing the rate at which my stomach drops.

"Sorry, I- I just don't really- Please, stop looking at me like that." The tears are coming, but they aren't for me. How the hells could I do such to these two? "I know you can't help it, due to these...things...on our shoulders, but really, you don't have to help me. I- I know just the thought of touching me right now is prob- probably-" A sob cuts me off from finishing that statement.

There's a bit of silence as the two of them stare at me for a moment. Eric leans back first and gives me some space. "Well yeah. You being a possible witch and all is making this really difficult to stomach, but that's why we're gonna-"

"That's not what I'm talking about." Tears continue to stream down my face and along my neck, and another sob shakes through my body.

"Then what are you talking about?" Joey questions, concern and confusion written across his face as he sits down in a corner of the sectional.

"You guys...you guys are being forced to- to be attracted to- to me, and you're... you're..." I can't get the word out of my mouth. It's painful and disgusting to just think about the implication it brings. About the implications these marks bring.

Realization comes to their faces as they look at my heaving, probably grotesque ball of tears and snot. "You think we're gay..."

I can't help but snicker a little. Perhaps they aren't out yet, but I've seen enough and known enough people to know. They can't hide it from me. "S- sorry if you didn't w- want people to know, bu- but when you're that obvious-"

"Oh, no, people know" Eric suddenly chimes in. "Merging our Packs would've been way more difficult if we didn't have a real reason. And like you said, we make it pretty obvious." He grins cheekily at Joey, wiggling his eyebrows in a ridiculous way.

Joey just rolls his eyes and turns back to me. "What I was actually meaning is that we aren't fully gay."

Sobs are still ripping through me, but this sentence brings their frequency down a decent bit. "You're *sniff* you're not?"

"Nah, we had to give some ladies a chance." Eric winks at me.

I wipe my eyes with my sleeve as my brain takes all this in. "So you're...bi...?"

"I am, but Mister s*x Drive over there is definitely pan." Joey nods towards Eric, who is now blushing madly.

"Hey, just because I had a high body count in college doesn't make me pan!" He sticks his tongue out before turning back to me with a sheepish grin. Color begins to engulf his entire face. He scratches the back of his curly locks. "But yeah, he has my sexuality down pat."

"Damn gay, I do." Joey grins seductively at his partner, causing Eric to become even more red, if that's possible.

A bit of laughter comes from my slightly hoarse throat after watching them. Grabbing a small cushion lying near me and hugging it a bit, I calm down enough to come to Eric's rescue. "Eric does have a point, though. Not all pansexuals have high body counts. Take me for example."

Their eyes both go wide as I come out to them. Eric gets this incredibly happy grin on his face. He practically rams his butt into the corner of the sectional opposite Joey, again bringing about their strange symmetry. "Have I finally found another of our ranks? Oh hells yas!"

I smile at his cheering over my sexuality, and an idea pops into my head. Quickly dousing my smirk, I hug my pillow a bit more and turn a little away from Eric. "Unfortunately, I don't know if you can accept me in your ranks, Brother."

He glances at me and his smile fades a bit. "What do you mean?"

A plastered-on sad smile and a forced look up at the ceiling helps me in my joke. I shake my head solemnly and reply "I am quite ashamed to say that I have massacred the old ways. For you see, these hands have murdered many a pan in the pursuit of the Holy Garlic Bread." I lift my hands up, palms open, and look at them with fake pity and rage. "However, no matter how hard I try, I can never master such an art, and my labors always turn to ash." Dramatically closing both my hands and my eyes, I end my scene.

After a bit of waiting, Eric jumps up and over to me, snapping my head towards him. His pitying glance says one thing, but I can see in his colorful eyes that he has learned my game. And that sparkle of green says he's planning to continue playing. "Do not forsake yourself, dear Sister. Do not fret. So you see, I too have lost many battles against the cursed Oven." He shakes his fist at the kitchen angrily, which almost breaks my character. "But we have a hidden ally in our midst. Our comrade here is a Master in the Art of Bread, and he will help us both on our quest to the promised Garlic Lands."

My eyes widen in hope and I swiftly turn to face Joey. But he has his hand covering his face while his head shakes back and forth. The blush of embarrassment is made visible only as he drags that hand down to his chin and stares up at the ceiling in regret. "Great, now I have to deal with two nerds. And feed them, too!"