The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Elizabeth’s POV

I knew I should go, spare myself the pain but I was rooted to the spot, compelled as if by some unseen maddening force to observe Malachi with Felicity. I peaked out from behind the curtain separating an empty critical bed from Malachi’s bed. Malachi was sitting up now and motioning to the nurse who came scurrying across, eager to assist the former Alpha.

“Nurse, where are my clothes?” Asked Malachi.

“They’re stained with blood, Alpha,” murmured the nurse apologetically as though that were her fault. Former Alphas were still addressed as Alpha as they would be Alpha wolves physiologically for their whole lives despite resigning the pack post of Alpha.

“I know, but you didn’t throw them away, did you?” Asked Malachi anxiously.

It was so strange to watch and listen to my cold husband. He made varied expressions and there were different inflections in his tone. He never showed emotions with me and I had grown to think he did ! not have them, rather than realise he did not have them for me.

“Of course not, Alpha!” Exclaimed the nurse as though horrified at the thought of disposing of the former alpha’s blood-soaked clothes.

Malachi smiled brightly and he was indeed handsome. The nurse became flustered, blushing and twiddling her fingers. She pretended to adjust his IV pole to keep busy. Felicity kissed him and he grasped her waist to prolong the kiss.

“Fetch them, please,” instructed Malachi, placing his palms together as though praying.

The nurse scampered off and returned with his clothes. I could smell the blood. I wondered if Felicity and Malachi could not smell me. The room was filled with a variety of smells, the disinfectant, the blood, the scents of all the doctors and nurses, the smell of fresh paperwork.

Malachi quickly found what he was looking for in the pocket of his old pants. He dumped the bag with the clothes at the side of his bed. He had a small velvet box.

“Felicity,” he murmured sheepishly as though he were a shy schoolboy with a crush and not an alpha.

“I should be on my knees. I’ll do this properly as soon as I can,” he apologised, blushing.

He opened the box to reveal a huge diamond ring. It glistened. Felicity gasped. He slid her wedding band off and added it unceremoniously to the bag with the bloody clothes. Felicity did not protest. He slid the diamond engagement ring on her finger, both of their faces lighting up. I knew that ring. It appeared she did too.

tears forming in her eyes. “She gave it to

a pittance than part with that ring. It was family heirloom given

ok with me having it?” Felicity squeaked. Malachi nodded, grinning. “But she refused to give it to Elizabeth?” Felicity asked.

never asked her for

much in my youth as a bride. He had never even asked for it on my behalf. He had not wanted me to have it. Before I could stop myself, my

Felicity’s POV

Luna Maddison was beloved for her style and grace. She was rumoured to have the largest collection of jewellery in all of werwolf country. That ring in particular was a part of the pack’s history and one of the most expensive pieces in her collection. The price did not impress me. It was the thoughtfulness of Malachi to ask for it. He knew would feel comforted by his mother’s

blood. I dodged her easily now that I was aware of her. She snarled at me. Malachi was yelling and attempting to get out of bed but three doctors, three nurses and two huge attendants were all struggling to .. hold him back

hate me,”I told her, my eyes black. It was true. “But this is futile and beneath you,” I added, softening my tone. I dropped her and she crumpled on the floor. She lashed out, with her claws trying to slash my leg. She sprang

one of her arms, restraining her but gently, worried about being too gruff with the

please, I beg of you,” Theo yelled

hurt you even in the slightest,” pleaded Fang. Being called Mrs Mason seemed to

stiff as a bone. Elizabeth froze, panting. The alpha command worked which should not be possible with a true Luna. I fidgeted guiltily, realising the implications of that were not lost on anyone,

Thaddeus’ POV.

back, opening her legs wider, to

She kept wiggling to and fro as she flitted back and forth between which torturous tongue she wanted to escape from. Her moans were so loud. I was surprised no one

with my mouth. Maze had two of his fingers gently pumping her p***y while he tongued her anus and I sucked on her

Friday’s POV

Maze’s face. Maze tightened his own grip on my waist when I leant too far away from Thaddeus, forcing me back to the middle, equidistant between their tongues. They were evil that way. Thaddeus enveloped my entire vulva in his hot insistent mouth, swirling his tongue round and round my pink swollen clit. I squealed. I felt Maze’s chuckle vibrate

heard

streamed down my cheeks. My alphas let me down gently keeping me sandwiched between them. I could not stand on my shaky legs so they held me up easily. They towered over me now

kisses all over my face. I could smell me on

hot breath tickling my ear. He smelled like me too.

It was like choosing after all. They did not seem worried as they rid me of my bralette. Maze massaged my shoulders and peppered my shoulder blades with kisses. He trailed a straight line of open mouthed kisses sucking on each little spot, starting from the nape of my neck, down my spine and ending at my tailbone. Meanwhile, Thaddeus had latched onto one