The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Maze’s POV

Friday had thrown me for a loop. I was still shaken when I ran up the stairs and went to my room. I could not get her scent out of my mind. The taste of her skin was addictive. It still bothered me that she was wolf-less. Either way, her father was totally nuts. Wolf-less or not, who would talk to their daughter like that? I felt a little sorry for Friday. Her life had really not been great and I was sure my rejection was the perfect unhappy ending. I had taken it back but I knew it was branded in her brain.

I went to the dining room. Friday and Thaddeus were there. Friday pushed her food around her plate sullenly. She did not have the grace of a Luna. My inner wolf fought me. He wanted her. He wanted to be satiated. Marking and mating her were the only actions that would satisfy him. He and I both hated to lose and we felt like we were losing Friday to Thaddeus.

Thaddeus was babying Friday as usual. “You ok, my little mate,” he said. “Yeah,” she mumbled. “My father is just…really…not a fan of me.” She smiled sadly. I could see there were tears in her eyes. I sighed.

“Friday, you need to be strong. You will be a Luna regardless of how the challenge ends so you must be confident with or without the approval of others, even your family,” I said sternly.

“That’s true,” agreed Thaddeus. “A bit heartless to say right now but true.” I rolled my eyes at that odd Alpha. He was like a boy with a school crush.

“Friday, I think you are strong. You just don’t realise it yet. You lived your whole life with a difficult family. They disowned you for being wolf-less. You were banned from the pack house twice in the same day by the beta, your own brother, and the alpha, your own mate, who then proceeded to reject you. After all that, you still try to live each day with a little bit of hope. I think that’s strength,” Thaddeus said.

Friday stared at him, then at me. “You both have really good ideas. You’ll both make great alphas in different ways.”

what makes an alpha is not the same as what makes a

Friday’s POV

Thaddeus and Maze were trying to help me pull myself together. Maze was stern and Thaddeus was soothing. Did I need tough love? I had never had any kind of love really? Did I

insisted I come to his room. He said his day was not

on the table. He had asked me to get ready for bed first. I had showered and put on a shimmery night gown, white with

trying not to moan, in case Maze heard and they ended up fighting.   my legs and kissed my most sensitive area througn the fabric. I was aripping and i knew ne could tell Dy my smell and by how wet my underwear

little bit,

underneath him. I put my legs around his waist. My arms wrapped around his neck. He gripped my hips and started grinding against me. My core was soaking my underwear. I held all my groans in just soft stifled whimpers escaping. I guess this was not technically mating but I felt like he

take control. He reached for

I

me as he leant towards me, nose to nose. His voice was

won’t f**k your p***y, Friday, if I feel like