My Two Fated Alphas Begged Me Not to Reject Them

I turned to limp away, but a strong grip clamped around my uninjured arm.

"Not so fast," Asher ordered.

I flinched, trying to pull free. "You told everyone to go to class."

"I said them. Not you." Asher pulled me closer.

As he did, his golden eyes widened. His pupils swallowed the iris, just like Ronan’s had moments ago. He inhaled sharply.

"What is that?" Asher muttered. He leaned toward my neck.

Heavy footsteps pounded against the tile. Ronan shoved through the lingering students, marching straight back to us. "Get away from her, Thorne."

"Watch your tone, new kid," Asher snapped. He didn't release my arm. "She’s my student."

"She’s my mate!" Ronan roared.

The remaining crowd gasped.

Asher froze. He stared at Ronan, then looked down at me. "That’s impossible. My wolf just claimed her."

Ronan bared his teeth. "You're lying."

"I don't lie," Asher growled. "She smells like vanilla and rain. She is mine."

"Pine and storms," Ronan countered. He stepped into Asher’s space. "I felt the snap when she kissed me."

Panic clawed at my throat. A dual mate bond?

"No," I blurted out.

Both Alphas snapped their attention to me.

"Neither of you are my mate," I said. I forced my voice to stay steady despite my trembling knees. "I don't feel anything."

Ronan’s jaw tightened. "You felt it on the stairs."

"I felt my ribs cracking," I shot back. "I don't have a wolf. I can't have a mate."

Ronan’s eyes turned icy. His hands curled into fists at his sides. "You're rejecting the bond?"

"There is no bond to reject."

"Fine," Ronan spat. He took a step back, looking me up and down with pure revulsion. "I would never accept a wolfless Omega anyway. "

Pain sliced through my chest, sharp and sudden, but I clamped my mouth shut.

Asher let go of my arm like my skin burned him. "An Omega cannot have two mates. It goes against our entire biology." He glared at me. "You aren't my mate. You're a mistake."

"She's worse than a mistake!" Vanessa’s shrill voice sliced through the tension.

She shoved her way to the front of the crowd, holding her phone high. "She's a manipulative little slut."

"Watch your mouth, Vanessa," Asher warned.

"Look at this!" Vanessa pressed play.

The video from the stairwell looped on the screen. It showed me falling directly onto Ronan’s lips.

"She planned this. She’s been stalking you for a year, Asher. Now she’s throwing herself at the new Alpha to make you jealous."

"I tripped!" I yelled.

"You aimed for his mouth," Vanessa sneered.

"Enough," Asher commanded. He pointed toward the center of the atrium, where the Academy’s Silver Core sat on a marble pedestal. "Test her. Right now."

My stomach dropped. "I already took the test in middle school."

"Take it again," Asher ordered. "If you have a wolf hidden inside you, the stone will glow. If it doesn't, we'll know you faked the mate scent."

"How do you fake a mate scent?" I asked, bewildered.

"Pheromone patches," Ronan suggested, his voice laced with venom. "Black market garbage. Just touch the stone, Omega."

I limped toward the pedestal. Every eye in the hallway tracked my movements. My knee throbbed with every step. I raised my trembling, blood-stained hand and pressed my palm against the cold, smooth surface of the Silver Core.

I waited.

Nothing happened. The stone remained a dull, lifeless gray.

"Wolfless," Asher announced. His tone held zero sympathy. "Just as I suspected."

Ronan scoffed loudly. "A glitch in the system. The moon goddess must be playing a sick joke on me."

"She used a trick," Asher agreed. He turned his back on me. "Don't ever try to manipulate an Alpha again, Lena. "

"I didn't do anything!" I cried out.

Vanessa stepped right up to me. She held a large iced coffee from the cafeteria.

"You heard the Alphas," Vanessa whispered.

She tilted her cup.

Freezing liquid and chunks of ice poured over my head. The sticky, sweet coffee soaked into my hair and ran down my face, mixing with the blood from my forehead. It dripped into my eyes, stinging sharply.

"Oops," Vanessa mocked.

The hallway erupted into laughter. Students pointed, covering their mouths as they snickered.

Ronan didn't even look back. He walked down the corridor, disappearing around the corner.

Asher followed in the opposite direction, his posture rigid and dismissing.

"Clean yourself up, freak," Vanessa said. She tossed the empty plastic cup at my chest. It bounced off and clattered onto the floor. "You smell like trash."She strutted away, her Beta friends trailing behind her like obedient puppies.

I stood alone by the pedestal. Cold coffee seeped through my thin shirt. I wrapped my arms around myself, keeping my head down as the bell finally rang, scattering the crowd to their classrooms.

The final bell of the day felt like a lifeline.

I waited in the back of my math class until the hallways cleared out.

I pushed the heavy metal door open. The late afternoon sun hit my face, offering a brief moment of warmth.

"Going somewhere?"

I froze.

Vanessa stood at the bottom of the concrete steps.

A hand clamped over my mouth from behind.

I screamed against the palm, but the sound muffled into nothing. Someone grabbed my waist, lifting me completely off the ground.

"Did you really think you could embarrass me in front of Asher and just walk away?" Vanessa asked. She climbed the steps, her eyes flashing with malice.

I kicked my good leg, trying to strike the person holding me.

"Take her to the old locker room," Vanessa instructed.

"No!" I shouted as the hand shifted slightly.

"Shut her up," Vanessa snapped.

The person behind me yanked my hair hard. Pain flared across my scalp, forcing my head back. They dragged me away from the exit doors, pulling me deeper into the shadowed, abandoned wing of the gym.

"Now," Vanessa’s voice echoed off the empty tile walls. "Let’s teach you your actual place in this pack."