Brandon wasn't sure how to breech the sensitive topic that was churning around inside his head. The realization that he and his beast had stumbled upon yesterday.
Of course, Brandon knew logically that he couldn't just walk up to Sean and simply ask him. There were some things in the world that should never, ever be asked.
But he had his suspicions now. Even more reason to assume why exactly Sean and Jamie's files had been left out of the paperwork.
The pack would come to terms with their DID, undoubtedly. It would be extremely hypocritical of the pack if they chose to look down on Sean, Jamie and any other alter, simply because the personalities shared the same body.
To look down on someone with DID while everyone in the pack, besides the humans, shared their body and soul with their Beast, was downright moronic.
So the only logical reason as to why the normally public documents were kept under lock, hidden away from prying eyes... was that it detailed Sean and Jamie's past. Of what happened to them.
The only one who would know for sure, was the Pack Alpha. And Brandon knew his father well enough to realize the Alpha would take that secret with him to the grave.
No matter if his own pup came over to ask him, Alpha Ryker would never ever betray the trust of those under his care.
It did put Brandon in a tough spot though. This wasn't a matter of trying to satisfy his curiosity. No, this was a matter of being able to provide Sean and Jamie with the care they deserved, the care they needed.
But how could he be a decent Alpha if he didn't even know how to care for his-
"I've told you before. Sean and Jamie are not ours! Stop pushing it!" Brandon hissed in frustration at his Beast, who didn't even show a glimmer of remorse at trying to once again sneak in some manner of claim.
The mutt huffed happily, ignoring Brandon's upset, ignoring the Alpha completely as it focused on how to properly care for the Omega and Beta under his care.
Brandon huffed before doing his best to ignore the growing excitement of his wolf. He knew his beast would be impossible to stop trying to care for someone that were placed in his protection.
So instead, he opted to guide his beast. To nudge it into the right direction instead of fighting it every step of the way. Because Brandon couldn't lie ; he had announced to Jamie that he felt attracted to their community.
He didn't want to overstep, but by sitting on his hands and doing nothing, he wasn't going to be able to help Sean or Jamie.
It was with that knowledge that Brandon slowly made his way to Sean and Jamie's room.
Knocking on the door, he anticipated the sudden spike in Sean's heartbeat, followed by the shuffling of his feet approaching the door.
"It's me. I was hoping we could have a talk. Or if you're not feeling up to it, if Jamie and I can have a talk."
That didn't settle well. The second the words slipped from Brandon's lips and the door was cracking open, he had to bite his tongue on a conscious effort to not give into his Beast.
What Brandon had anticipated was a nervousness to seep into sweet Jasmine. For it to turn slightly bitter, slightly acidic with nerves and anxiety.
Instead, he was confronted with thick, pungent and instinctual slick. Not the slick that an Omega would release upon arousal or in heat.
But the sharp, bitter, acrid Jasmine that assaulted his senses now, almost had that damp, moldy scent to it. Showcasing just how distressed Sean was.
And when the door further opened to show tears briming over his luminescent eyes, Brandon felt a lump form in his throat. Beast snarling on the inside, because how dare Brandon cause this much distress in an Omega?
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WerewolfNew arrivals and additions to the pack weren't uncommon at all. As the Alpha's son, Brandon had seen plenty of rogues, humans and wolves file for sanctuary in the hopes of becoming part of his fathers pack. Normally, those new arrivals would be intr...