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.

father said matter-of-factly. “You can’t

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

a little boy, 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

you, by the way,” I whispered

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

mother already 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 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

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

said nothing, shrugging, unwilling to blame me. I admired her loyalty. “I chose it, Father,” I said

though that were obvious. My mother was wearing a similar black dress. Felicity was wearing a

the kind of dresses you encouraged

very young,” my father said, smiling at Friday, his eyes twinkling.“

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

father. “You should see the pictures.” “Did you bring any?” 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

looked horror-stricken. Fang fake sniffled and the twins

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

to count to ten then follow after him. I didn’t trust

Friday’s POV

phase, I had cried myself

Flashback (Warning: Abuse)

in the woods. Running so fast it felt like I was

and swollen from crying. Fang smacked me. I screamed. It stung. I knew they’d be a

pack but now you have no wolf. You can’t even phase! You’re wolf-less! Do

sorry,” I said. “Maybe I’ll phase tomorrow or soon,” I pleaded. Fang sighed exasperatedly. “If you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do,” he warned.

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

raised his hand again threateningly. I flinched but I didn’t feel the pain. He didn’t hit

said as though I had woken him up. He walked out of my room. I hugged my knees to my

Former Alpha, snapping me out of my

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

Maze.

that once,” I said,

waves of 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,

don’t produce enough body heat,”