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.

she needed and I woke up before you. I couldn’t just not

blue sundress that Thaddeus had probably helped her pick out on my day. He had no right to infringe upon it, especially with that half-baked excuse, as if I couldn’t help

I wheeled her to the dining room. It did not make sense snatching her away early today. I had to give my special guest

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 Friday

thank you,”

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 me and Friday to the Marigold Hotel. I carried her into the huge empty kitchen there. There were several kitchens at the hotel but I had shut down this one in particular for

Friday excitedly, her breath

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 hoped my mate and her

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

all about self-promotion. Friday clapped after his introduction and

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

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

out in bowls so we basically just poured 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 I was not going criticise did not mean I would

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 was light and fluffy and the red velvet had an exotic flair to it. Maze took the

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

his half-dozen cupcakes say Friday. I smiled. I wrote 1<3 Maze on my six cupcakes. Maze grinned. We fed each other cupcakes. They were delicious. Greg was looking at me

that cast?” He asked. “I broke my foot yesterday,” I explained. “It should be healed by now,” he said matter-of-factly. I felt a small prickle of shame. “I heal at a human

watch her like a hawk to make sure she doesn’t get injured again,” said Greg

let my wife out of my sight back when she was wolf-less,”

wife was wolf-less, meaning she’s no longer

I marked her, she shifted,”

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.

Maze’s POV

heal faster. I hated the idea of her being in pain everyday for six weeks. I wished I could lend her some of my alpha powers somehow. I ran my fingers absentmindedly through her tousled waves. Greg claimed that marking his wolf-less mate

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

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 ner skimpy outit that day. Astria made my eyes purn. Sne naa no business aressing like this. I sighed when she came over, preparing myself for some bullshit that Fang

house?” She said

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

just as cringe-worthy and fake

was wondering if Friday and I could have a little chat. A

me. I stared blankly at her. “No,” I said. “Maze!” Protested Friday. She was in my arms. I had refused to let her use

ignored her angry expression, focusing my attention on her feet. I put the left foot which was in the cast on a pillow