The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Felicity’s POV

I went up to Friday’s room to check on her. She was tossing and turning in her sleep. I put my hand to her forehead. She was still cooler than normal for warm werwolves. My little girl had a wolf now, according to Fang. I was happy for her. I knew how she longed to be a part of things. My heart was aching. I had hurt Farris deeply. That had never been my intention. I sighed, sitting on the edge of Friday’s bed. She stirred.

“Mom!” Friday exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.

I pulled her into a hug and tears began to flow down my cheeks. Friday took a handkerchief and wiped them away. The initials MM were on the handkerchief. I smiled

“Maze Mason. Malachi also carried around handkerchiefs like some old man even in his twenties,”I said, laughing through tears.

“Maze had handkerchiefs too! But this one belongs to Malachi,” Friday admitted. I was surprised.

“He gave it to me after he wiped my tears with it when I was crying at that awkward dinner party between our family and the Mason family,” Friday explained. “He had also given me his jacket cause I was cold but Maze made me give it back and put on his jacket instead.”

I smiled, liking the idea of Malachi being good to Friday, but something troubled me.. “You went to the balcony to cry that night?” I said. “Yeah,” admitted Friday. “Wasn’t it obvious?” she said.

I raised my eyebrows. Was I that daft of a mother? I could not anticipate my own daughter’s emotions. Of all my children, Friday had gotten the least attention, the least nurturing. It was not on purpose, but by the time she was born, my life was very complicated and fraught with secrecy. I had to compartmentalise to keep my lies straight and Friday had been in the crossfire. Farris was sent away by Malachi and I went away with Malachi. Nanny Mallison took care of Baby Friday and the boys.

“I’m sorry, Friday,” I whispered tentatively. “I’m so sorry for all the…pieces missing in your childhood. You deserved much better.”

Isniffled, letting the tears flow freely. I blew my nose in the handkerchief. It smelled like Malachi. I smiled.

“Malachi told me he always wanted a daughter like me, a little girl that looked just like you,” Friday said brightly.

I bit my lip, picturing how Malachi’s face must have lit up when he admitted that. He had brought me so much pain and so much pleasure over our lifetime together thus far. He was my stronghold, my rock, and yet he was also my greatest weakness. I had never thought I would be an adulteress, cheating on my husband and a mistress, helping someone else’s husband cheat.

“You know Malachi used to…” I paused.

mate-bond. We had never actually severed the mate-bond and it

the gripe or ine neat grippea ner, Sne groaned but continued to

trouble!” I cried. “I’ll drive you!” Yelled Theo. “Get

Fang held Friday to his side in the back seat. There was a third row where the twins sat, wide-eyed

Malachi’s POV

if my right lung had been pierced or not. All I felt was burning white-hot pain. I allowed my claws to come out on one hand and swiped at Farris’ leg as he aimed at Elizabeth who had come to see what the commotion was about. I owed her that much as Maze’s mother and a dutiful wife. None of this was her fault. I would not let

the first time I had seen Felicity. She had been a rogue, wild and beautiful, untamed. I had been captivated by her. I had not given her the life she had deserved. She was worth

Thaddeus’ POV

had technically stollen the first car we came across when we left the woods. We went to the edge of the woods that was away from the pack house for Friday’s wellbeing. I was speeding as fast as I could, flooring the accelerator. Maze was directing me frantically. Something

trembling a little. He looked so wide-eyed and frightened like a little boy. “Hey,” I said softly. “It’ll be ok, I promise.” “You can’t promise me that,” Maze whispered. “Yes, I can and I just did,” I said, smiling.

hands were shaking. My father and I had never seen eye to eye but he was my father and I loved

Friday’s POV

was wrong with Maze’s Dad, Malachi. I hoped he was all right. He had been so kind to me after all and if anything happened to him, that would crush Maze and my mom. I had never been to Prestige Gardens before. It was the richest part of the suburbs in Marigold. The houses were far apart with some families having acres of land. They were all mansions, tall and proud and gleaming, well-kept with perfectly green lawns and people

against Maze’s Dad. I’m excited for…another reason. I really hope

and my senses felt dull all of a sudden. The recently improved eyesight and sense of smell that my wolf had given me were suddenly almost gone. Why was she

Elizabeth’s POV

to my chest. Tears streamed down my cheeks. His former Beta had shot him, confirming what I already suspected. He was in love with Felicity, the wife of his former Beta. I shakily called the ambulance and it was not long before they arrived, sirens blaring. They extricated him from my clutches.

A doctor asked me some questions while a team of doctors worked on him, drawing blood for tests and to request blood if he needed a transfusion. They said the bullet missed his heart and vital blood vessels nearby but it punctured his

had not wanted a daughter with a career either. My husband, Malachi, had never cared what I did or did not do since the moment Maze was born. I had served my purpose. I did not hate

in a way. I had been smug about it every time I saw her. Felicity with her tired eyes and in her simple house dresses. I was always clad in designer duds. I knew Malachi gave her money, lots of money. She spent none of it on herself apparently. It all went to taking care of those four rugrats and that drunkard of

Felicity’s POV

change his course slightly, heading towards the Prestige Gardens Private Hospital . I could feel Malachi faintly. I willed him to hold on.

It led me up a staircase and down a hallway. Various doctors, nurses and security guards implored me to stop. I knocked right into someone. She caught me before I fell over. I looked at my hands and dress. Blood! I looked at the woman. It was Elizabeth

at Elizabeth.