Luna to two: Claimed by her two alphas

He leads me out of the kitchen, his long strides leading us to the other side of the house.

He should've allowed me to finish my breakfast first at least! I grumble internally.

"Where are we going?" I ask, shifting into a speedwalk just to keep up. 

"You'll see." He says gruffly, avoiding eye contact. 

What's going on?

Asher is never standoffish with me.

I'm a little...hurt?

I try to brush it off. I don't have any right to be hurt.

I haven't even accepted the mate bond.

He halts infront a big black door and pushes it open.

When i peep past him it seems to lead downwards into what appears to be a basement. 

Is this what i think it is?

"Asher..." I whimper, sliding to the floor.

No, no, no !

This can't happen right now, not now.

"Ma bichè?" He turns and crouches down next to me.

"What's wrong? What is it?" He searches my eyes frantically. 

It's too late, I'm lost in the throes.

******

I'm five years old again.

Hiding in my mother's closet. Her room is all i have left of her.

She's been erased from every other room in the house.

Dana says we mustn't dwell in the past. Says it keeps us from moving forward.

She says only losers and failures dwell in the past- on things they can't improve or change.

But i don't wanna forget mommy.

I don't wanna move on from her. She was my best friend. 

Dad was happier when she was here. He actually cared about me when she was here, i miss her, so much. 

Mommy told me i could always hide here when i was scared. That she would always protect me.

So thats what I'm doing, waiting for mommy to protect me.

Dana is in a rage again. I don't like Dana.

She's always mad. Not like my mommy.

She never got mad at me, ever.

Mommy told me angry people are actually just really sad people...

So i tried to cheer Dana up. I just wanted to bake her a cake.

I didn't mean to get the kitchen dirty and make the pantry disorganised. 

Now she's brought out the whip.

I hate the whip!

It hurts so bad and she always leaves me in the dungeon afterwards. I hate it there .

It's super cold and the spiders and roaches always try to get me.

I tried to tell daddy once, he told me to stop imagining things. What does that mean?

This is all Shelenda's fault!

I could hurt her real bad for this.

But mommy always told me never to use my powers for evil.

I don't wanna be evil...

Daddy doesn't know about my powers. Mommy told me never to tell anyone about them.

Must not...tell.

*****

I jolt up with a gasp. My back is cold with sweat.

I'm in an office, lying on the sofa.

I turn my head towards the door as it opens and Asher heads in with a glass of water.

Brows furrowed and brooding. Lord he's sexy.

"Wha-what happened? " I ask, my voice raspy.

"Shhh- drink" He kneels on the floor next to the sofa and feeds me the water.

He gently strokes from my hair off my face.

"What happened Asher?" I ask again.

He seems to be collecting his thoughts as his thumb gently strokes my cheek.

Suddenly the door bursts open and Anthony rushes over to where i lay.

He looks disheveled, not his usual put together self.

"What happened love? Asher?" He looks back and forth at both our faces, worry coating his strong features.

"You..." Asher begins,

"I what?" I ask softly, staring into his eyes as Anthony not so subtly slides onto the couch and props my head on his lap.

"You had a panic attack and passed out ma bichè."

Oh no... I thought i was over this.

"Panic attack? She passed out?!" Anthony whisper yells, his face turning red, veins popping.

I turn my face into Anthony's stomach so i don't have to meet their gazes.

"How long was i out?" I ask,

"About thirty minutes" Asher whispers.

"Thirty minutes?" Anthony yells, clenching his fists.

"Why are you JUST telling me this!" 

I flinch and curl inwards. I really don't want them to fight because of me.

"I didn't deem it necessary as you were otherwise...occupied"

"Not necessary? She's my fucking mate!" He gently lifts my head off him and grabs Asher by the neck.

Asher doesn't even flinch, his face maintains a neutral expression. 

"In case you're forgetting, she's my mate too!" He yells and shoves Anthony off him.

Anthony lands on the coffee table- which breaks into two of course.

He's barely down one second before he's up again, landing a punch on Asher's throat.

Asher growls as his eyes turn black.

His fingers start to elongate and transform into claws.

"I don't want to fight you Anthony. "

" So don't make me"

Anthony chuckles derisively.

Asher grabs Anthony by his hair and slams his head into the wall.

Anthony just laughs louder.

"Shift and we can finish this."

I sob loudly and although they both twitch, they don't turn towards me.

"Stop!" 

It's like a switch flips in both their brains, they break away from each other.

Eyes back to normal. 

They both rush over to me but before they can touch me i hold up my palms, halting their advances.

"I cannot believe you guys"

"Ma bichè I-"

"But love, he started it-"

I slam my palm onto the desk and a crack runs down the middle. 

They both keep apologising. 

They didn't mean it, it'll never happen again.

But my focus is elsewhere. 

I'm stuck.

Stuck on that single crack.

Of course Anthony and Asher didn't notice. 

A cracked surface resulting from me slamming my hand on it is nothing. 

Typical werewolf strength. 

Typical werewolf strength that i don't possess. 

But they don't know that.

I do.

I had been the weakest in my pack all my life.

The girl who couldn't harm a fly, so to speak.

So what is this?

What does this mean?

I slowly walk out of the room, away from their voices.

And gently shut the door behind me.