The Fat Human both Alphas wanted

VANESSA

I felt a hand pull me up off the ground and help me sit comfortably outside the office. Footsteps approached loudly against the floor. A team that looked like police officers swarmed in hastily and put up a barricade and yellow tape that read "Do Not Cross."

A small crowd had begun to form now: a couple of lecturers, a white-haired man I later learned was the dean of the university, and other students. All of them stood on the other side of the barricade.

My eyes were soaked in tears I hadn't realized had pooled over my face. My gaze stayed fixed in one direction, and yet I still couldn't process what I was seeing. My bones were in shock, my legs too heavy to move.

"Are you okay, miss?" a voice called to me. My head tilted slowly, eyes steady like a dummy's. "Are you alright?" he repeated. It was a police officer, fully dressed, holding his gun and a flashlight in the side pocket of his uniform. "We need help here," he yelled, snapping his fingers in a direction.

"Young lady, teenager, seems to be in shock. Send help," he said, then his radio clicked.

Soon a number of people approached me, helping me to my feet. They tried to lift me, but I didn't move at all. Then they helped me walk slowly toward a van. They pulled a blanket over me, like I'd seen in those crime scene movies.

They gave me a bottle of water. After a few minutes, someone walked up to me with a notebook and a pen. "I'm so sorry you had to witness that, love. I'll need you to answer some questions," a female voice said. An officer, tall and stern.

She asked a couple of questions, repeating each one twice. I answered none of them, eyes clouded. "It's fine if you don't want to say anything," she finally said, with a heavy exhale.

She snapped her fingers toward the distance, and another officer ran up to her. They talked. Just then, before my eyes, I caught a glimpse of a man walking closer in the distance. His frame matched exactly that of the ethereal stranger. My breath caught, my chest suddenly tightening.

His eyes were blue like the sea, his blond hair dangling over his shoulders, just as ethereal as I had suspected. But something about him seemed off. Eerie.

He walked up with two other men flanking him. They passed straight through the barricade freely, no one stopping them. The officers only bowed slightly as he walked past. I squinted. Who was he?

He spoke with the dean, his hands resting on his hips as he talked. Someone pointed at me while they spoke, and his eyes shifted to me. Now he was walking toward my direction.

I froze, my jaw tight. He said a few words to the officers near me, and they let him pass, with a bow.

I felt a pressing warning press against my bladder. "Oh my god," I mumbled.. He towered over me, arms folded across his chest.

"I heard you are the only witness to the crime," he said. His voice was loud, a baritone that rippled across my teeth. I said nothing. His eyes darted to my hands. They were shaking.

"You," I said, pointing at him with a slow movement of my hand. "I saw you," I mumbled. His eyes widened. He scanned the surroundings for watching eyes, then pressed close to me, covering my mouth fully with his hand, while the other two men formed a wall, shielding us from view.

"Say not a word about this to anyone, or it'll be your last." My breath was a mere mumble. My entire body trembled.

But I caught his scent, thick and earthy, like the smell of wood. He leaned into my neck, pressing his face closer, then a sniffle. My eyes widened. He released my mouth.

"Why can't I get a scent from you?" he demanded, eyes darkening. "Who are you," he said, watching me for a reaction.

Just then an officer approached us. "Got anything, Alpha Dariel?" she asked with a smile. He shook his head. No.

"Alpha?" I mumbled. He was an Alpha? And why had the officer said it so casually, like it was normal?

Wait. They were all werewolves? My bones stiffened. I scanned the entire space; it was full of werewolves. And I was the only human in their midst. My lips trembled.

Just then a student approached from a distance, gesturing to the officer at the barricade that he needed to speak to Alpha Dariel. They let him through. He leaned in and whispered to Dariel. Dariel's eyes widened. He clenched his jaw tightly, scanning the small crowd.

"There is a human among us," he hollered. The silence that followed was dead. All movement stopped, eyes searching, snarls rising. Some in the crowd were shifters, some weren't. The shifters flashed their fangs, claws poking out.

"Reveal yourself now, or let us drag you out," he yelled, walking in a slow circle, reading each face. "Either way, you're not leaving here alive."

My stomach dropped.