The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Fang’s POV

Finally, Astrid had some good news. She was going to be Fridays’s lady-in-waiting to help her get dressed while in her cast. The only problem was it had to be supervised. I sighed. It was a start. I gave Astrid a nod of approval. She tried to kiss me but I dodged it. I saw a flash of hurt in her eyes. Astrid went to bed. I knew she was sad because we had grown distant over these past few weeks.

I was consumed with this plan to safeguard my family’s future. If Maze was really devastated over Friday after my plan, maybe he would even step down and I could be Alpha!

Thaddeus’ POV Astrid knocked on my door at seven o’clock as previously discussed. “Good morning, Astrid,” I said brightly.

We went to Friday’s room and I unlocked the door. Maze had given me the key. He was actually being helpful. I found Friday already sitting up in bed, waiting patiently. She was so cute! Astrid helped her shower then she picked out her outfit and did her hair and makeup. Friday looked even more beautiful than usual in a short floral navy blue dress, eyeliner and lipstick. Astrid was so good at doing everyone else’s makeup and picking out their clothes. She should do this for a living and hire someone else to choose her

clothes and makeup. Friday drank her morning coffee and ate a cream cheese bagel while getting ready. I decided to take my coffee as sweet and milky as my Luna’s for a change. I ate sausages and eegs with a plain bagel.

When Astrid was done, Friday thanked Astrid and I wheeled Friday away. “Where are we going?” Asked Friday, turning around to look at me.

“We’re going to an art studio and gallery,” I said. “Ohhh, fancy!” Exclaimed Friday. I chuckled as I lifted her into the passenger seat of the car. I got in the driver’s side.

“Friday, I really am so sorry about your foot,” I said earnestly. I did blame myself on some level. Horseback riding had been my date idea.

“Thaddeus!” Said Friday sternly. “This is not your fault. I rushed ahead of you on the horse. You even tried to stop me,” she said, sighing.

“How are you feeling?” I asked. “Still in pain.” “I feel ok. The painkillers work really well,” Friday said brightly pulled into the parking lot of Alphas of Art, a studio and art gallery, I carried Friday inside, cradling her gently to me. Friday snuggled into me, sighing contentedly. Friday’s POV

Even though I was in a cast, the female art gallery workers all seemed extremely jealous that I was being carried around by Thaddeus. Their jealousy made me feel both lucky and uncomfortable at the same time. I really was a lucky wolf-less she-wolf to have two Alphas vying for my affection. However, I could tell some she-wolves thought I was unworthy of such fine specimens being interested in me and that hurt.

Thaddeus had rented out a large private room in the studio. The walls were a bright vermillion and the   wouia nave propady gave me a neaaacne. Inaaaeus naa newspapers spread all over the floor of the room. There were two blank canvases with balloons taped all over them. The balloons seemed to be filled with liquid.

“What’s in the balloons? Paint?” I asked.

“Exactly,” Thaddeus said, grinning. I would have never imagined Thaddeus being interested in the arts. He was so masculine. Maybe it was ignorant of me but I could not picture him painting and sketching and writing poetry about his feelings.

He handed me a container to put on my lap. It was filled with darts. I grinned.

throw the darts at the balloon you want to pop. The colour of the balloon corresponds to the colour of the paint so you pop as many or as little as you want and in the order that you want,”

dart at a red balloon. The balloon popped allowing red paint to splatter and run down the canvas. He threw the next dart at a white balloon near the popped red one. The white pain mixed partially with the red so there

It just bounced off, not popping

bit more

as I could. It missed the blue balloon I wanted and popped a red one nearby. I aimed for the blue again. Success! I cheered and Thaddeus high-fived me. I watched as the blue paint splattered over the red to make some purple areas. I began throwing darts at random. Thaddeus did too. The room was filled with the sounds of popping balloons and wet squelching noises from splattering paint. My painting actually looked cool. Thaddeus’ splash painting was cool too.

had seen people do in a romantic movie before. Thaddeus had me sit between his legs so he could guild my hands to form the clay pot. Thaddeus had his huge hands over mine as we shaped the spinning clay. He kissed my would-be marking spot and then trailed kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. He nipped playfully at my shoulder. I squealed. I felt sleepy because of my medications. I yawned. I turned around and gently pressed my lips against Thaddeus’ lips. I kissed his cheek,

love you, Thaddeus,” I whispered. “I love you, Friday,”

would put flowers in it the next time he

Thaddeus’ POV

peculiar guy as was to be expected. He had his hair completely shaved off except for a tuft of red hair to the

whispered to me. “I love your watercolour paintings, Mr Mackie,” she said. “Thank you, Luna! I hope you’ll love this one I’m about to unveil. It’s acrylic though,” Fred

Friday’s POV

other guests at the gallery but I could not

with piercing blue eyes. They were in a lush green forest. It was me and Thaddeus

for you,”

had it in so long. Thaddeus got everything imaginable from a couple

in a

“Satisfied, Baby?” Said Thaddeus.

his taste and smell. We lay on my bed under the covers and softly kissed and caressed each other. There was no sense of urgency this time and I liked that. I removed his shirt to reveal his gorgeous muscles. I kissed his arms and hands. I kissed his chest and planted kisses all over his abs which made him groan. I could see his huge member straining against the denim of his jeans. I unzipped his jeans and he pulled them off. I rubbed the bulge through his boxers while he explored my mouth with his tongue. I broke away from him, glancing at the painting of us he had put on the wall of my room. I smiled

family will

meet my mate for a while now. They’re were tired of me moping

so jovial. “Trust me, I moped,” he grumbled in

Thaddeus’ days with Friday, I went to visit my family. They lived in an affluent and exclusive gated community in Marigold appropriately named Prestige Gardens. My chauffeur drove me past well-manicured lawns and sprawling mansions. We pulled up in front of my parent’s house. I

answered the door. He grinned at me and clapped me on the

back?” I asked, sliding out

i ne mardie rioors gleamed and every surface was immaculate. My mother gave the housekeepers hell. I found her on the patio out back with a few of

I bet she wore them even in her wolf-form. She had a periwinkle scarf tied around her hair that matched