The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Maze’s POV

After our conversation, I felt so close to Friday. I was really scared now, terrified actually, of losing her. I sighed when my Beta told me my Dad wanted to meet Friday, Friday scampered off to change without explicitly being asked. I followed her, shutting the door to her room and locking it. She paused and looked at me.

“I’m confiscating the outfit, remember?” I said in a serious tone, hiding my smile.

I sat on her bed. Friday had a sly smile. She slowly undressed herself. She was teasing me. It was working. She was wearing a lacy pink thong and matching bra underneath the outfit. I made her stand still so I could admire her. I got up and circled around her slowly to look at her from every angle. She giggled. I picked out what she would wear to meet my father. It was a long, black dress with long sleeves. Totally boring. My father would approve of it.

She followed me to the conference room. My father, Malachi Mason, was sitting at the head of the conference table flanked my my mother, Elizabeth Mason and his former Beta, Friday’s awful alcoholic father. Both my mother and father were brown haired. I had my father’s grey eyes and olive skin. My mother had blue eyes and fair skin. Friday’s Father, Farris had brought her mother, Felicity with him. My father’s eyes kept darting across to her and hers kept trailing over him. Were they still sneaking around together after all these years? Did Friday’s Dad or my Mom have any idea?

“Son,” said my Father stiffly. I nodded just as stiffly.

“Father, Mother, this is Friday, my mate and future Luna,” I said emphasising the last part as presented Friday to him, bringing her forward.

My father regarded her, his face expressionless. He shook her hand politely. My mother extended her arm gracefully and shook Friday’s hand, smiling. Her smile was cold.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Friday said. “Well, Maze, you’ve already met my parents.” I shook both of her parents hands. I sat down next to Friday.

“You’re the daughter of my former Beta and yet I’ve never officially been introduced to you until now, why is that? Why are they hiding you?” Said my father plainly.

“Well, you already know that I am wolf-less. Prior to my eighteenth birthday, I can’t give a reason for us not meeting,” Friday said, completely unflustered.

My father stiffened further if that were even possible. My mother kept her cold smile in place.

“There was no need for you to meet her, Alpha,” Farris said still addressing my father formally, not looking at his daughter.

“She looks just like you did when I first met you, Felicity,” said my father suddenly, comparing Friday to her mother.

Felicity nodded, forcing a smile.

“I sensed she was not like her brothers, you see, Alpha,” Farris said. “I must have sensed she was wolf-less while she was growing up.”

“At least she is very beautiful like her mother,” said my father, again comparing Friday’s looks to her mother and making everyone in the room uncomfortable.

“Thank you, Alpha and… I see that Maze gets his good looks from you, Alpha,” said Friday awkwardly.

My father smiled genuinely, gazing intently at Friday. I came into this meeting prepared to defend Friday. I was expecting a lot of criticism and malice from my father towards her. I had never considered  nad first met nis ratea mate, Friday’s mother, Feucity.

can’t mind-link. Your mother and I

I said dryly. My father sneered at me but chuckled. My mother looked surprised at my comment. “Forgive me, mother,” I said softly.

would cry about how cold my father was to her. When I was a teenager, I argued with him on her behalf regarding his constant criticisms of her. It struck me

sorry for how critical I’ve been of you, by the way,” I whispered quickly to her before turning back to our

my mother said. “And your brothers are joining us, Friday,” Felicity said

knew all of them. My father seemed to dislike them, probably because they reminded him of Farris, the man who fathered all of the children of the woman

help himself. Like father, like son.“ Why did you choose such a

blame me. I admired her

obvious. My mother was wearing a similar black dress. Felicity was wearing a floral print that reminded me of

of dresses you encouraged Mom to wear as

said, smiling at Friday, his eyes twinkling.“ Looks just like you Felicity,” he added again, glancing

little, nodding. My mother pursed her lips and Farris looked surprised at my father continuously calling Friday’s mother by her first name. Fang was still adopting his new role as a really caring big brother. It

My father asked, actually curious. “No, unfortunately not, but maybe my parents can drop by with the photo album soon,” Fang said. Felicity nodded helpfully and Farris grunted. “I cried on Friday’s eighteenth birthday when she didn’t phase,”

horror-stricken. Fang fake sniffled and the twins fake

need a little fresh air” said Friday suddenly, getting up from the table, her chair

your fiancé,” he said. I was about to count to ten then follow after him.

Friday’s POV

I had cried myself

Flashback (Warning: Abuse)

like I was flying. Something pulled me from my dreams back into my sad reality. Fang was

I screamed. It stung. I knew they’d be a welt on

wolf. You can’t even phase! You’re wolf-less! Do you know how that makes

you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do,” he warned. “I didn’t ask to be this way,” /

living room couch. My bedroom was downstairs. It was actually just a small storage room that had been converted to a fourth bedroom. My parents and three brothers had the upstairs bedrooms. The twins didn’t even share a room. They each had their own. A normal family would have let the twins share and let me,

again threateningly. I flinched but I didn’t feel the pain.

I had woken him up. He walked out of my room. I hugged my knees

the Former Alpha, snapping me out of my

so he would not notice my tears. He noticed them anyway. He took a handkerchief out and wiped them away carefully, reminding

Maze.

did that once,” I said, sniffling,

dark hair back, tangling them. I hugged myself against the cold. Malachi took his blazer off and draped it over my shoulders, again making me think of Maze. Like Father, like son. I slipped my arms into the sleeves of the blazer and hugged myself again, feeling significantly warmer. His blazer smelled like him and he smelled like

you probably don’t produce enough body heat,” he commented, staring