The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Theo’s POV

I was standing on the porch of the pack house with a huge smile on my face as Fang parked his car. He got out looking startled to see me. My smile widened. He was freshly showered. Interesting. He went somewhere else to shower? What smell was he trying to hide from us? I highly doubted he was cheating on Astrid. Werewolves practically never cheated on their mates. If a werewolf or she-wolf was unfaithful, it was usually because they were married to someone else who was not their mate and the mistress or mister was the fated mate the wolf was craving. Astrid and Fang were fated. I had noticed her moping around lately. She was feeling neglected by our favourite secretive Beta Fang.

“Fang, my Beta brother from another she-wolf mother!” I yelled.

Fang actually rolled his eyes at me. All the perfect brother pretentiousness had been dropped. I grinned, my eyes darkening a little. The Marigold pack had never really seen the warrior side of Thaddeus or me as he was here to woo not to fight. Fang strode up the steps, neglecting to greet me. I blocked his path. He snarled at me. I laughed.

“Whoa, easy there buddy!”I exclaimed. Fang glared at me. “I’m not in the mood, Theo. It’s been a long day,”growled Fang.

“It has!”I agreed. “It’s been terribly long and you’ve been gone since the crack of dawn. Friday has been worried sick.”

I added that last part to jog his fake-protective big brother memory. Fang’s gaze softened.

Was he faking?

“I’m sorry to have worried her. Let me pass quickly so I can go check on her,” Fang said.

“She’s with her two alphas now,” I said dismissively. Fang narrowed his eyes. “All three of them are where exactly?”

“Upstairs in her bedroom. Heard them all laughing a little while ago,” I murmured absentmindedly.“ But I’m more interested in your activities Fang. Let’s talk. Beta to Beta. Tell me about your long day.”

Fang’s POV

Friday, Thaddeus and Maze were up in her room laughing together ? So they were all getting along suddenly or was Theo just trying to f**k with me. I was in no mood for this. The moment after I had left the Van Der Windt Manor, everything in my life suddenly got ten times more complicated.

After I shook Lord Ezekiel Victor Van Der Windt’s hand, I breathed a sigh of relief. We negotiated the details. What was done was done. I was to benefit greatly from all of this regardless of how it played out. The vampires had offered me asylum in case I was found out and could no longer be the Marigold Beta. If | remained undiscovered (which I hoped to high heaven / would), I would continue on as the Marigold Beta but still be added to the Vampire Council payroll as an informant. I was not too thrilled about turning traitor

for all to see so I hoped everything would go smoothly. I did not want to disgrace the Fenestra name. Friday had done enough damage to it with her wolf-less-ness and her fraternising with the neighbouring Alpha whom / was pretty sure she preferred over Maze. Maze was kind of an asshole sometimes to be fair but Friday should be accustomed to assholes by now. Marigold was a much tougher environment than Berryndale where she-wolves were babied and coddled.   Just on to the side of the ground roor’s main entrance. Sne pusnea me against the wall. She was pretty strong for a female vampire but I could have easily overpowered her if I was not so highly curious. / smirked wondering what this was about. Was she about to threaten me or something? To make sure/ wouldn’t double DOUBLE cross them? Not quite. Her reasons were vastly different. Her cold grey eyes stared at me. She bit her lip.

demanded, getting annoyed. Vampires

/ was cut off my Katrina crashing her lips to mine eagerly. I immediately gripped her

towards the exit of the secret side room.

I felt a sharp pang of guilt already despite not instigating that kiss. Astrid was my fated mate. No one

you, Fang!” She squeaked, her eyes briṁming with

sister had two tough alphas acting like school boys with crushes on Valentine’s Day and now a Vampire Princess was

are very pretty, ok. There are probably tons of vampires, humans and maybe even single werewolves that would be interested in you,”stried, hoping

know I’m here for you. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe here at Van Der Windt Manor with me ok. If anything fishy happens with your pack and your cover is blown, come straight to me

said. “But I’m really not looking for a girlfriend. A wife is all I can handle right now,” I chuckled, thinking of Astrid’s reaction if she knew some vampire chick was hitting on me. It’d be a blood bath and

you like that. I know you’re married. I’m not that way. I

bad for the girl. She was

my stepfather double-cross you or anything. And watch out for my step-brother Ezra. He’s against this whole idea. He thinks you’re a jerk for selling out your sister…but he

Ugh, ok.

coated me with her scent. What was the use? I gave her a bear hug. She seemed thrilled at just that small gesture. She giggled and looked up at me, her eyes wide and hopeful. She was probably just lonely living in this house with her

were Doms. They had that vibe. I went to my childhood home to hop in the shower. Dad was passed out drunk on the couch clutching an empty tequila bottle. I scrubbed the stench off of me. Katrina did not smell gross like the others but her scent was distinctly vampiric, the scent of a high-born. It was incriminating. I scrubbed until I was

a familiar voice. “Mom?” I said. I went to my parents room and heard

dressed and waited, sitting on my parent’s bed. My mother came out in her

he would still be at his poker

Was she hiding something? I pushed that

She held my

remember how you told me you would drop off food for your sister on

“It was easy to remember to do it if I did it on Fridays.” Get it, Friday, Fridays. Of course I did no such thing. I did have time to play grocery delivery boy for a wolf-less she-wolf. If I’d known she’d one day be Luna, I might have.

asked?” My mother inquired gently, squeezing my hand. I narrowed my

Friday say?” / snapped. “She’s lying, Mom. You know how conniving she can me. She loves to play victim. I could tell

wrong. I won’t be winning any Mom of the Year Awards where Friday is

could not take any more women crying today. Astrid and I had had a fight in the wee hours of the morning that had ended in tears. Then, Katrina professed her undying love for me in tears. Now my mother was crying over groceries and my wolf-less

don’t cry, please,” / mumbled, patting her head. Friday looked a lot