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.

matter-of-factly. “You can’t mind-link. Your mother and I would coordinate

but chuckled. My mother looked surprised at my comment. “Forgive me, mother,” I

used to hold her hand when she 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 suddenly that I had criticised Friday quite a bit. My heart hurt. I kissed her,

you, by the way,” I whispered quickly to her before

asked. “No, honey, we’re having dinner together,” my mother said. “And your brothers are joining us,

him of Farris, the man who fathered all of the children of the woman he was in love with. On the other hand, Friday reminded my father of the woman he was in love with at her youngest and most beautiful. Dinner was served and

as if he couldn’t help himself. Like father, like son.“ Why did you choose

to blame me. I admired her

obvious. My mother was wearing a similar black dress. Felicity was wearing a floral

the kind of dresses you encouraged Mom

Friday is very young,” my father said, smiling at Friday, his eyes twinkling.“ Looks just like you

surprised at my father continuously calling Friday’s mother by her first name. Fang was still adopting

baby sister, Alpha,” he said to my father. “You should see the pictures.” “Did you bring any?” My father asked, actually curious. “No, unfortunately not,

sniffled and the

Friday suddenly, getting up from

fiancé,” he said. I was about to count to ten

Friday’s POV

to my face. The day I failed to phase, I had cried myself to sleep. He had woken me up in the

Flashback (Warning: Abuse)

dark brown wolf, running in the woods. Running so fast it felt like I was flying. Something pulled me from my dreams back into my sad reality. Fang

What?” I asked, my eyes puffy and swollen from crying. Fang smacked me. I screamed.

Beta of the pack but now you have no wolf. You can’t even phase! You’re wolf-less! Do you know how that makes me look? Do you?” He bellowed, holding me by

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

heard my father agree, drunk on the 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

hand again threateningly. I flinched but I didn’t feel the pain. He didn’t hit me again. He was just taunting me. He

tired,” he said as though I had woken him up. He walked out of my

ok?” Said the Former Alpha, snapping

said softly, looking away so he would not notice my tears. He noticed them anyway. He took a handkerchief

Maze.

I said,

my 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

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