The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Fang’s POV

Friday’s broken foot meant that the Alphas would be physically carrying her around time. I roared in anger, slamming my fist into the bathroom mirror. Astrid flinched.

“What’s wrong, Fang?” She cooed. “Talk to me.”

I looked at my bloody wrist. The flesh began to heal instantly pushing the glass splinters out and then the skin came together until every trace of the injury vanished. I had to admit. It must suck to be Friday, knowing that this was in her genetics but it skipped her somehow. Healing at a human rate seemed like a nightmare but it would also bring out the most protective sides possible in both of her alpha mates. They weren’t even fighting with each other anymore because they were so concerned. This was horrible timing.

“I’m upset because…” I paused, thinking of a plausible lie. “I wish Friday and I could be closer.” That came out fake and Astrid raised her eyebrows incredulously.

“I mean…she’s going to be Luna. There’s no higher rank than that and she dislikes us you know. It might jeopardise our position here,” I said.

Astrid looked pensive. She clearly had not considered this before. “We just have to be nicer to her,” she suggested, shrugging.

“Maybe…you should spend some time with Friday,” I added.

Astrid looked like I had asked her to eat a tablespoon of ground glass.

“Remember when you dressed her up for the opening ceremony of the challenge. Everyone was amazed at how different she looked and she made the front page of the Marigold Morning newspapers,” | said, throwing the larger shards of glass away.

Astrid smiled. “I did do a good job.”

“You should offer to fix her up for her wedding, her engagement party, her bridal shower…that kind of thing,” I continued.

Astrid was nodding fervently. I knew Astrid adored the limelight.

“Those are great ideas, Hun,” she said, clapping her hands together. Thaddeus’ POV “I love you,” I whispered, gazing into her eyes. It was true.

Her eyes widened. They were glistening with tears. A stray tear escaped down her cheek and I quickly wiped it away. I had loved her since the moment I laid eyes on her but now it had become more apparent. Her pain was my pain. Her joy was my joy. Her suffering was my suffering. Her triumph was my triumph. She was my heart, existing outside of my body.

“I love you, Thaddeus,” she said.

I nuzzled her and held her closer. We stayed like that until it was five minutes to midnight. I tucked her in and kissed her goodnight. I was really apprehensive about leaving an injured Friday on her own but I was right next-door and Maze was opposite. He was far from my favourite person but we did see eye to eye on one thing and that was Friday. She was the top priority.

Maze’s POV  ao sometning relaxing, something that was manageable even for someone nign on pain-Killers. I was lucky I was the Alpha. I called in a last minute favour. I went to fetch Friday first thing in the morning and found Thaddeus already in her room. I was livid. He put his palms up. His tone was apologetic.

your day but I wanted to make sure she had help for anything she needed and I woke up before

her pick out on my day. He

She had crutches but we had also gotten her a wheelchair which allowed her to put her feet up. I wheeled her to the dining room.

refused everything she was offered for breakfast, complaining that the pain-killers were making her nauseated. The thought of little Friday not eating properly for the next six weeks was making me nauseated. Thaddeus and I both pleaded with her to have something so she would not have to take her medication on an empty stomach. She obliged, sighing. I carried her bridal style down the stairs and to my surprise,

you,” I

a sweet soft singing voice but the lyrics which I was sure she made up herself needed work. The chauffeur took me and Friday to the Marigold Hotel.

Asked Friday excitedly, her

cue, Gregory Georgetown walked into the kitchen. Friday squealed in delight. I could not help the smug smirk that slid onto my face. Gregory was one of the most famous werewolf chefs in the world in addition to being a Marigold native and family friend. He

wavy blond hair and brown eyes. He had on his white chef’s uniform and hat. “I also have my own cooking show, Wolf it or Waste it, where amateur chefs win cash or their food ends up in

to roll my eyes. Greg was all about self-promotion. Friday clapped

to do a private cooking class with us,” I explained as I put Friday down on a chair near the kitchen counter. “This is my

you Friday!” Said Greg cheerfully. “Now as I always say, if you want to learn how to bake, you

everything already measured out in bowls so we basically just poured things and mixed them. We made chocolate, vanilla and red velvet. Friday kept stealing batter

his restaurants were top rated. All of his cooking shows were hits. He showed us how to make three basic

eventually took that away too. We assembled the cupcakes and had fun decorating them. There were so many cute decorations in the kitchen, star sprinkles, heart sprinkles,

Maze on my six cupcakes. Maze grinned. We fed each other cupcakes. They were delicious. Greg was looking at

explained. “It should be healed by now,” he said matter-of-factly. I felt a small prickle of

like a hawk to make sure she doesn’t get injured again,” said Greg to Maze who nodded in

remember I would never let my wife out of my sight back when she

“Your wife was wolf-less, meaning she’s

met her around age twenty-one. After I marked her, she

out the wolf in me. I did not want to get my hopes up. I looked carefully at Maze’s expression. His expression was unfathomable, I did not want him getting his hopes up either. I had a moment of dread where I wondered if Maze was only trying to win me, thinking I would eventually develop some lupine powers. I remembered his Gamma, Slogan, thinking I must have power hidden somewhere as I was fated to two alphas. My heart hurt. What if Maze did not care about me? I had been so quick to forgive him, to believe him, to move on from the rejection. What if I had

Maze’s POV

hated the idea of her being in pain everyday for six weeks. I wished

anymore. The lupine life was too rough for her. She was so dedicate. I did not want her

entirely of outfits that resembled the one I had confiscated from  

the pack house?” She

lives here now. We’re in the middle of the challenge, remember? You dressed Friday up for the opening ceremony yourself,”

just as cringe-worthy

wondering if

in my arms. I had refused to let her use crutches on the stairs.

cross with me. I ignored her angry expression, focusing my attention on her feet. I put the left foot which was in the cast on a pillow to keep it elevated. I took the other foot in both of my hands and began massaging it. Friday relaxed at my touch. I kissed the sole