How Is That Possible?

Claire felt the world come to a stop as she continued staring at her mates with an awestruck expression. They didn't look surprised that they had one mate, they looked—dare she say—pleased. 

Their golden eyes darkened to slits as they sniffed the air, breathing in her addictive scent. Slowly, like a predator planning to devour it's prey—they stalked towards her with determined steps. 

Ashley gasped in astonishment, she had been watching the interaction between her best friend and the two Alphas for a while. And by the expression on Claire's face, she had come to the conclusion that they were indeed her best friend mates. But, how was that possible? She thought. In the whole history of werewolves, it has never been heard of to have more than one mate. The moon goddess had always blessed every werewolf with a mate. Witnessing this change in history for the first time was a total shock to her. 

Claire's heartbeat quickened as her mates stood to their full height and started towards her. Their steps were slow and determined. Power was rolling off of them in waves, people cowered away from them in respect. 

They weren't from her pack, that she knew, from their scent. It was different from her pack's scent.

Her knees threatened to buckle and it was all she could do not to tremble as they neared closer to her. Everyone's attention was now on them, some glaring at Claire in anger and disgust, their dance and night of fun long forgotten as they watched the twin Alphas stalk towards the omega of their pack. 

Omegas were the lowest rank of werewolves, they were kicked out of the main parts and dumped in the secluded parts of the pack. They were treated like trash, and forced to work more than a normal werewolf should, and having no parents to fight for her when she got into trouble with the high ranked werewolves definitely made it worse. She was orphaned at a very young age. Her parents were killed by rogues who attacked the pack at the time. She's lived alone all her life, Ashley was the only closest thing to a family she had. 

Claire had always hated the attention, she felt uncomfortable and embarrassed when she was the center of attention. But it was different this time, she didn't mind the attention one bit. She had always prayed for this day. The day she would finally meet her mate, now mates. It was a dream come true for her, everything around her was now a blur as she focused solely on the two handsome men stalking towards her. 

“Mate.” Their deep voices boomed through the loud music making everyone gasp as the crowd started whispering. Her mates voice sent a pleasant shiver down her body. She had never felt this way before. 

She glanced anxiously around the crowd, knowing her pack members would soon realize what was going on. And she tried not to cower away from their judging glares. 

Her mates growled low in their throat, they didn't like the way their mate was being looked at. Like she was dirt. It was all they could do not to snarl at them. 

Right from when they were taught about mates, they immediately wished to have one mate instead of two. They were popularly known for always sharing their women. The moon goddess finally granted their wish and they couldn't be more grateful. 

Slowly, they took Claire's small hand in theirs. They raised it to their lips, and softly kissed it. Her body buzzed with adrenaline and her pulse quickened. As if they could feel that she wasn't comfortable with the attention. 

“Come with us.”

Their order did a strange thing to her body. She felt compelled to follow their orders, this was a strange feeling to her but she loved every bit of it. She loved the thought of them controlling her, it was a strange feeling to her. Her best friend long forgotten, she followed her mates up the stairs and into the VIP room of the club. 

Her heart was beating like crazy, both from excitement and nervousness. How was she supposed to act in front of her mates? Was she pretty enough to be their mate? After all she was an ordinary plain girl. Insecurities she'd been struggling with all her life were threatening to come to surface. 

She didn't like the silence as they walked, so she decided to speak, “W-what's your name?” She silently cursed herself for stuttering. 

“I'm Callan.” The one with the golden brown eyes and black curls spoke. 

“Cameron.” The one with the golden eyes and dark brown curls added curtly. His voice lacked emotions, unlike his brother's who managed to show some sort of emotion. 

“N-nice to meet you. I'm Claire.” She said shyly as her ear tinted pink. Callan's lips tugs into a devilish smirk as he takes her all in. The dress Ashley picked out for her did her no justice as the cold air hit her bare back. She hadn't thought that when she met her mate, she would be so shy to talk in front of them. Ashley had told her that when she met Jake, they immediately fell in love with each other. 

Her case was different, she knew she wasn't in love with her mates yet, but she could already feel the mate bond connecting their souls together. She noticed how their presence made her feel safer than she's ever been in all her life. 

“You don't have to be so nervous around us.” Callan whispered in my ear, his breath tickled her the baby hair on her neck. He was so close to her that the warmth of his body enveloped her, making her shudder. 

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, slightly flustered. 

“Kind of. In a way. You're our mate and we are bound to know whatever emotions you are feeling.” Callan explained. She nodded, wishing she knew what was going on in Cameron's mind right now. He was dead silent while Callan made conversations with her. 

They finally stood in front of a large oakwood door. Cameron opened the door for them and they walked in. 

Claire gasped.