The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Thaddeus’ POV

I was relieved to see Maze walk into the pack house that evening. Even Cat-ur-day was happy to see him. Friday would be calmer now that he was at home so he could have his mood swings and tantrums in the safety of the pack house. Maze looked sullen and withdrawn (well, more than usual) as he walked into the common living room. I was with my six comrades and Theo. Fang was missing again. Something weird was up with him. I would figure that out after I reassured Friday.

“Come on,” I said to Maze. He followed me up the stairs to the Alpha Floor.

Friday was in her room. I had already helped her bathe and change into her nightgown. When Friday officially became my Luna, there would be no nightgowns. The most comfortable way to sleep was commando. Friday smiled at Maze and me. I winked at her. We sat on either side of her.

“Thank you, Thaddeus, for checking on Maze,” she said sweetly. Maze was quiet. “What happened, Maze?” Asked Friday Maze was silent. “Please, tell me, Maze!” Friday pleaded. “She was really worried,” I said, disgruntled. “She deserves to know.” “I…” Maze paused, taking a deep breath. “I walked in on my father and your mother, Friday.”

Friday looked confused at first but then it dawned on her. She flushed.

“They were in a compromising position. All three of us had a serious conversation about it. My mother and her friends were right downstairs,” Maze explained.

Maze sighed. “I’m so sorry, Maze,” said Friday.

“Look on the bright side,” I said. “You’ll still get to be close to Friday. I’ll be her husband and you’ll be her step-brother.”

Maze glared at me. Friday playfully swatted my arm. I flashed her a hurt look. She kissed my cheek. Maze noticed out of the corner of his eye. She kissed his cheek too.

Friday’s POV

Thad started to notice a strange pattern. Every time I was around both Thaddeus and Maze, especially if I was in close proximity to both of them simultaneously, I felt a strange power within me. It was faint but it was there and the combined alpha auras seemed to trigger it. I had not told anyone about this yet, not even Maze or Thaddeus. I sighed happily, breathing in both of my mates scents.

was ok. He was emotionally shaken up but nothing terrible had befallen

Time for bed,” Maze said sternly. His no-nonsense tone reminded me

night, little Luna,”

but they might hate that. So, I leant forwards a little and pointed to my cheeks. They realised

like it, said the strong voice, the inner me, the powerful me. “Good night

doesn’t listen, this one,” scolded

on the bed and started tickling me. I squealed. Maze came over and Tthought he would make Thaddeus stop because it was childish but he started tickling me too. I shrieked and they laughed, tickling my sides and under my arms and my foot that was not in the cast. It was playful and more friendly than erotic but they were both my

have a white flag so I raised

a little strange. Today has been a rollercoaster ride of emotions tapping into Maze’s energy. I had also had an intense sensory experience with Thaddeus. I groaned. Maze stiffened. His breathing became shallow. Thaddeus’ eyes darkened. There was a heat in my lower belly. I hugged myself tightly,

Fang’s POV

was so dim. The place had a vacant feel to it despite being filled with artefacts and ornate furniture. Ugh, vampires. They made every house look like a cross between an art museum and an abandoned church. There was never anything normal like a television or a toaster or something. I followed what’s-her-face up a winding staircase. I was thankful the place seemed empty. I could not have even a whisper of this getting back to the Marigold pack house. Maze had his face so far up Friday’s ass these days, he did

gargoyles. She turned to look at me. She was in a leather jumpsuit with a plunging neckline that

last chance to turn back,” she whispered, her usually cold eyes softening. I took a deep breath. It was too late now. “Let’s go,” I

taloned pale hand clutching a cane with a bat carved on the

“Father,” Katrina said.

man turned around. His face was sharp and angular. He was deathly pale with light grey eyes.

He had a deep voice and he spoke very slowly in. an accent I

you, Lord

drawled Ezekiel dramatically. “We are dear friends now, brothers even, family.” He hissed that last word,

up on a Beta in his prime. The young man was   trom nim, a wisuluiness. I knew that vampires were much more prone to melancholy than werewoives out he reminded me of those mournful ones who had lost their mates, hollow and tired. His hair was

of the largest remaining covens. Many vampires had left coven life to live as individuals among humans, witches and wizards and even werewolves. This was because vampire coven life was notoriously restrictive. The Vampire Council was