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.

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,”

at a white balloon near the

off, not popping at all. I

bit more force, Baby,”

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.

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.

Thaddeus,” I whispered. “I love you,

a vase. I would put flowers in it the next time he bought them for

Thaddeus’ POV

with Frederick Mackie, the most celebrated werewolf Artist in the art world right now. He was a peculiar guy as was to be expected. He had his hair completely shaved off except for a tuft of red hair to the left. He wore tiny round spectacles with translucent blue frames. He had one blue eye and one green eye and a very bush red beard. His suit was white and khaki pinstripe. Friday was thrilled to meet him. She clapped

project on him in Visual Arts class in high school,” she 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 said.

Friday’s POV

I wished I could have champagne though like the other guests at the gallery but I could not have alcohol with the painkillers I was on. Mackie paused for dramatic effect, gripping the white fabric covering his masterpiece teasingly. He had a glint in

back of a brown wolf with piercing blue eyes. They were in a lush green forest. It was me and Thaddeus in his wolf form. I smiled. It was beautiful. The crowd cheered. Mr Mackie

that commissioned for you,”

eyes glistening. Thaddeus kissed me. His lips were so soft and warm. I actually requested junk food for lunch from Thaddeus. I had not had it in so long. Thaddeus got everything imaginable from a couple drive-throughs and we took it back to the pack house. There was pizza, breadsticks, buffalo wings, fried chicken, fries,

stuffed in a matter of

“Satisfied, Baby?” Said Thaddeus.

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

you think your family will like

my mate for a while

picture you moping,” I said with a giggle. Thaddeus was always so jovial. “Trust me, I moped,” he grumbled in his

usually did on 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 tipped the driver and told him to be back for me in an hour. The house

the door. He grinned at me and clapped me on

they out back?” I asked, sliding out of my

  retirea. Ine entrance room was spotless as always, 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 her other glamorous house-wife friends. They squealed in delight when they saw

designer shades even at nighttime. I bet she wore them even in her wolf-form. She had a periwinkle scarf tied around her hair that matched her dress. She extended her hand to me and I