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.

make sure she had help for anything she needed and I woke up before you. I couldn’t just not check on her,” he

her pick out on my day. He had no right to infringe upon

wheelchair which allowed her to put her feet up. I wheeled her to the dining room. It did not make sense snatching her away early today. I had to give my special guest time to prepare for my

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, Thaddeus followed us holding the folded-up wheelchair and crutches. He put those things in the trunk and opened the door so I could gently place

you,” I said

me and waving and blowing a kiss to Friday who had begun to sing again. She did have a sweet soft singing voice but the lyrics which I was sure she made up herself needed work. The chauffeur took

Maze?” Asked Friday excitedly, her breath ticking my

gently. Right on 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 was well-known for his desserts so I had

here at the Marigold Hotel Restaurant which boasts five Michelin stars,” said Greg, winking. He was a tall guy, lean with 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

Friday clapped after

is going to do a private cooking class with us,” I explained as I

say, if you want

things and mixed them. We made chocolate, vanilla and red velvet. Friday kept stealing batter to eat. I took the bowls away from her. Just because

even I knew who Gregory Georgetown was. His desserts were legendary and all of his restaurants were top rated. All of his cooking shows were hits. He showed us how to make three basic cupcake batters. The chocolate was so rich, the vanilla

cream cheese buttercream was my favourite of the frostings. Maze 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, all colours of edible glitter, and dark, white and milk chocolate chips. I could tell Maze was wary of me

half-dozen cupcakes say Friday. I smiled. I wrote 1<3 Maze on my six cupcakes. Maze grinned. We

now,” he said matter-of-factly. I

tough!” Exclaimed Gregory. “You gotta watch her like a hawk to make sure she doesn’t get injured again,” said Greg to Maze who

out of my sight back

meaning she’s no longer wolf-less?” I

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

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

Maze’s POV

her face. I wondered if her foot was in a lot of pain. I massaged her shoulders and kissed her cheeks. She relaxed a little. I wished there was something! could do to get Friday to heal faster. I hated the idea of her being in pain everyday for six weeks. I wished I

actually want Friday to have a wolf anymore. The lupine life was too rough for her. She was so dedicate. I did not want her near a battlefield ever no matter what

her to have some savoury food at the hotel restaurant. After that, we returned to the pack house. Astrid, Beta Fang’s mate, stopped us on the Beta floor. Her wardrobe consisted entirely of outfits that resembled the one I had confiscated from   water in

the pack house?” She said

We’re in the middle of the challenge, remember? You

just as cringe-worthy and fake as

forgot about that,” said Astrid absentmindedly. “Anyhoo I was wondering if Friday and

in my arms. I had

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