The Fat Human both Alphas wanted

VANESSA

I was taken to the school clinic for a proper assessment. Before the psychiatrist was called in, they read my blood pressure at 110/80mmHg. The nurse announced it was okay. So was my pulse rate, at 84 beats per minute. But deep down inside, I knew I wasn't okay.

I met with the psychiatrist, and after a series of questions, he said I was fit to go home, just needed rest and close monitoring. I'd be discharged the next morning.

I hadn't shut my eyes once since the incident. Lecturers and student union leaders trooped in one after another, checking on me, until I let the nurse know I wanted to be left alone. When the crowd stopped coming, I realized she'd passed my message along.

While I tried to get some sleep, my head wouldn't rest, flashbacks of what had happened running on a loop. Seeing Professor Tom hanging from the ceiling gave me chills. I'd gotten an anonymous message saying he was human too, right after the bully attack.

I hadn't thought it through. I could have been running into a trap, but I didn't stop to consider that. I ran to his office to confirm it, even though the source swore it was a secret. Whoever sent it also knew my secret.

The only way I'd escaped getting caught earlier was by feigning a faint. Who knows what would have happened if Dariel had discovered my secret.

Knock knock!

A faint knock sounded on the door. I shut my eyes, faking a loud snore. The door creaked open, and I heard footsteps approaching. Then suddenly I didn't hear them anymore. I opened my eyes slowly to take a peek.

Fuck!

I exclaimed, scrambling back in shock. I'd found a face inches from mine, so close I could feel his breath. It was the same guy from earlier. The Alpha. Same height, same ethereal look, and facial features.

But now his hair was chopped short, and a scar lined under his eye, an old one, nothing recent. His eyes were deep brown and he smelt like cedar, an intoxicating cologne that seemed too heavy. My heart pounded loudly.

"Hey, relax," he said, throwing his hands up. "I'm not here to hurt you." He showed me his palms and turned in a slow circle to prove it. He looked different, and acted differently, but he still moved like Alpha Dariel.

"Please get away from me. I won't say anything," I yelled, folding my legs up to my chest. He tilted his head like he was studying me.

"What do you mean?" He stepped closer, hands still raised. "Did someone threaten you?"

I said nothing. I was trembling.

The door opened and the nurse walked in with a tray of IV fluid and some other medicine, probably sedatives. Her eyes caught him and she bowed. "Alpha Damon," she said as she bowed, then turned to face me.

My forehead crinkled in confusion. He noticed, then explained. "I'm sorry we met under different circumstances. I'm Damon." He watched me, rubbing the nape of his neck, then continued.

"You must have met my twin brother, Dariel. I'm sure you did, given your reaction." My jaw dropped. He promised to come visit me another time, then left.

As he walked out, I watched him. His steps were different, more of a limp than a stride, not as sharp and fit as his brother. He seemed somehow diminished.

*****

Luckily, I woke up the next morning to news that I'd been discharged and was free to go home. They gave me a bag of medicine and a prescription I knew I'd throw in the trash the moment I got home..

The officers came along too, not for further questions, but to help me get home. They handed my school backpack and phone over to me. I hadn't even realized I'd lost them.

While they dropped me off at my dorm, they promised to check in when I felt better. They also hinted that the case had been closed as a suicide, and that they'd invite me soon to give my statement once I recovered. I nodded in agreement, but I knew better.

"Call me if you need anything. This is my personal number," one of the officers said, and left me a piece of paper with his name, Rex, and his phone number.

I stood at the entrance of my dorm, my heart suddenly pounding. What if I walked in and an assassin was waiting to kill me? My hands were sweaty now. I shut my eyes, finding the strength to walk in. I pulled my keys from my bag, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside, eyes scanning the room with caution. Everything was as I'd left it, neat and arranged. Unlike most students, I hadn't taken long to get a room assigned to me, since I was on a scholarship.

The room was spacious, with only two beds, so I could only have one roommate. There was plenty of space. A simple couch sat in the front corner beside a center table, and a reading table stood to the left. It smelled like my cologne, floral and feminine.

I took a deep sniff, arms spread wide. "Home sweet home." Just then I heard clanking from the kitchen. I clenched my fist, as if that would do anything if the need arose. I walked slowly toward the kitchen door, picking up my slipper as a weapon.

I crept closer and closer until someone walked out, flipping an apron off into the air. It flew straight into my face.

"Ouch!" I yelled, grabbing my eye. She yelled too, in shock. We stood side by side, watching each other in fear, chests heaving in sync. She was a young woman about my age, full-figured on top, with hazel eyes, dark olive hair, and a perfect waist and figure. She looked like a cheerleader.

"Who are you?" I screamed in panic, one hand nursing my eye. "I should be asking who you are. This is my dorm room."

I straightened, standing taller. "Your dorm room? I think you'll find my stuff here already."

She hesitated, like she was trying to place me. "Wait, you're the one who was here?" Her face twisted into a look of disgust.

"You're fat," she yelled, then burst into laughter. "How could I possibly share a room with you?" She laughed even louder. I clenched my fist at my side.

Watching her laugh, I felt the urge to slap her hard across the face, to make an example of her so the others would understand I wasn't one to be played with. But I didn't. It was no use.

Bang bang bang.

A loud noise came from the door. Our heads snapped toward it in sync, then back at each other. She adjusted her clothes and went to answer it. When it flung open, standing there was Alpha Dariel, his eyes finding me immediately.

My roommate screamed, hands flying to her mouth in shock. He didn't look at her. His eyes stayed steady on me, like he was about to devour me.

"Come here," he said, with a flick of his index finger.