The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Maze’s POV

I was a little unsteady. I took in the bandage on his right chest. Thaddeus made me sit down on the bed. My mate’s father had shot my father. Did Friday know? What were they going to do to him? The punishment for attempted murder of an alpha was death or banishment. Would Friday be devastated? They did not have a good relationship but she did seem as though she yearned for his approval. We had that in common when it came to our fathers.

“How are you feeling?” I asked tensely.

That man had shot my father. I remembered how crude her had been with Friday when he had heard her using my first name.

“That’s your Alpha whether or not another Alpha wants to f**k you!” He had said.

I had thought him insane and crass. Who would speak to their only daughter that way? I was seething. I wanted to rip him to shreds. I wanted the death penalty. I was the Marigold Alpha now and it was my call. My wolf whined. He was angry but he was worried about Friday rejecting us if we did something terrible to her father.

“How do you want him to be punished?” I asked my father in a serious tone.

He was the former alpha so his wishes in this particular case mattered a lot. My father looked shocked at my question, glancing surreptitiously at Felicity as if to say he could not answer that in front of her. I then noticed something sparkly and large on Felicity’s hand. I tore my eyes away from the engagement ring, feeling heartbroken on behalf of my Mom all of a sudden.

“What were those snarling noises we heard and the yelling?” Asked Thaddeus folding his arms.

Malachi hesitated again. He sighed deeply.

“ Your mother and Felicity fought,” said Dad softly. I could tell he was ashamed as this was probably mostly his doing, but he was not regretful. He seemed thoroughly pleased with the eventual result. Felicity and my Dad shared a lingering kiss.

“So love birds, when’s the wedding?” Joked Thaddeus, trying to lighten the mood. “I’ve always dreamt of a winter wonderland wedding,” said Felicity sheepishly. Maze tensed.

“So before the end of the year would be a nice time for our wedding,” added my father,

He was not going to get away with acting so causally about this. “So you’re leaving Mom then?” I asked dryly.

“Yes,” responded my father just as dryly. “Where is she?” I enquired.

“Who?” Asked my father.

“Mom,” I grumbled.

a hotel. She was too scared to stay alone in our house, thinking Farris might return. He had brandished the gun and was going to shoot Elizabeth but

him proudly and caressed his cheek. He

in love but she has

gave me you,” he

thought since I found out that my mother was not his mate, that he automatically regretted having me. It was a relief to hear otherwise. I sniffled and my father in used his good arm to

please,” I grumbled. Dad chuckled.

could ask him to walk her down the aisle for

Friday to get massages. That had been our very first date. I smiled at the

me, glancing

I said cheerfully as we walked in and went to the main desk. There was a red-headed, freckled concierge there. He called Elizabeth’s

softly. “I better go and come back to pick you

you don’t mind,” he said, adding the last part

I said smiling. Maze

sleek hair dishevelled and her normally pristine outfit crinkled. The room smelled strongly of alcohol. She was

her words

siting on the hotel bed. She chuckled to herself as she climbed up onto the bed and sat crosslegged facing us. She took a swig from her wine bottle and then another sip from a flask of liquor

mumbled. “Twenty-five meaningless years.” He should have told her. Maze’s Dad had done her a huge disservice. “And he was f*****g that w***e

mate who had slighted her and rejected her in the first pace. My heart was soft towards her. She was an   ana ne was not too pleasea about it. I tuuy

to wail loudly. Maze pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his nose in her hair. She quieted down a little, sniffling, hiding her face in

I will be stripped of my post as

down anyway to make room for my Luna, Mom,” said Maze gently. He stroked her hair. She

Spat Elizabeth swaying a little, her eyes closing every few seconds. She trembled a

still holding her to