The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Thaddeus’ POV

I was in the basement of the Berryndale Pack House where the dungeons were kept. We usually didn’t keep prisoners in the pack house itself. These cells were reserved for only the most important of prisoners thus they were all empty save for one. Farris was still asleep. He lay on the cot of his cell. The bars were all solid sterling silver. I had not had the heart to put the silver chain around his neck. He was in essence still the man I hoped to be my father in law. I wanted to at least allow him his dignity. The silver bars of the cell should suffice. I sat at the guard’s desk watching Farris sleep. Fang was pacing back and forth. Cody was nervously twiddling his thumbs. They were both acting like they were on trial too.

I was not looking forward to seeing my little Friday’s face when she found her father down here in the dungeons. The door opened and a group of people descended the stone steps. I could hear their echoey footsteps. Malachi and Felicity were the first to approach the cell. Upon seeing his mother, Fang’s eyes welled up with tears. Oh God, did I make a big mistake even asking Cody why he smelled of Farris? Felicity doubled over, sobbing openly. Malachi, startled, scooped her up and held her bridal style, cradling her head to his chest, trying to shush her.

“It’s my fault. It really is,” I heard her whimper. “I drove you both to this point. Put me on trial.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” I heard Malachi whisper fiercely. He was rocking her a little. He sat in the chair furthest from me still cradling her.

Elizabeth came into view. “Cody?” She said. Cody’s smile was tired. He embraced her. “What do you have to do with any of this?” Elizabeth asked.

“He has helped to bring Farris to justice,” I said vaguely to Elizabeth. Cody was salvageable. I was not so sure about Farris but this situation had been thrust upon Cody. He certainly had not gone looking for Farris.

Fang raised his eyebrows at my careful wording and seemed a bit calmer. I was a peaceful Alpha. Don’t let my seven foot frame fool you. I preferred the least amount of bloodshed possible. That being said, I could still rip a head off if I needed to. My father and mother came down, arm in arm. My father nodded at me in approval and my mother smiled sadly. I knew who would descend the staircase next. I stood up for her. An Alpha should always stand when his Luna enters a room. Friday walked arm in arm with Maze. I could not make head nor tails of Maze’s emotions but Friday’s were crystal clear. She was devastated. Maze released her arm. She walked up to me and put her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest. I felt the wetness of her tears as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

“Berryndale as your Aly had captured your most wanted, but it’s your call Alpha Maze by right,” | said.

“Alpha Maze?” Said Maze. “Mazey-Wazey,” I corrected myself. Malachi raised his eyebrows at our little banter but did not say anything. I don’t know what to do, Maze whispered in my mind, his voice sounding small and very young though

What would you do it you made the decision to please only yourself? Remember when you rejected Friday?I asked him.

I try to forget, he said, chuckling sadly. Did you make that decision to please yourself? I asked.

No, of course not. If I’d made that decision with only myself in mind back then, I would’ve given up being Alpha and moved to the woods to sleep on that tiny cot with Friday every night and be immensely happy, said Maze.

I smiled. I need to talk to my father, Maze said. Maze’s POV

upstairs in the Berryndale Alpha Dining Room. Thaddeus came with me for emotional support. Cody kept edging nearer and nearer to the

puffy. She was clutching one of my monogrammed handkerchiefs in her hands and wringing it. It was soaked with tears. She was wearing Thaddeus’ blazer. I couldn’t wait for today

do not always uphold justice. Some circumstances are more complex. A crime was committed and a punishment should be

were about to be my stepbrothers and my father’s stepsons. I wished to marry Friday which would then make the boys my brothers-in-law. Felicity was my step-mother or perhaps, mother-in-law. Either way, none of us

ask you to ever trust my father again, especially not anywhere near your father, Maze. He can’t go free. That would be unthinkable but I would appreciate him being spared the death penalty,”

“As my sister and Luna.” Friday’s eyes widened at being called Luna by Fang. She smiled sadly at him. Fallon and Fargo were quiet, looking at each other. I could

sighed. Cody had edged all the way into the room and was standing

the day that Farris shot Malachi, he turned and

quietly while my father cradled

by injuring Farris and causing him to drop the gun. He would’ve orphaned you, Maze, if he could’ve. I wouldn’t be surprised

the table with such force wooden dust fell to the floor. I had not realised Farris meant to kill my mother too simply for being a witness.

your time to

“But I know my little mate wants otherwise,” said Dad, looking down at the top of Felicity’s

Cody wrapped his arms tightly around her. I could not help but notice how dependent werewolves were on their mates for healing. My mother was miles better overnight emotionally because of Cody.

said,” added Fargo. “Please take your time,” Fallon requested. “There’s no rush,” Fargo said. “Thank you, all of you, for you invaluable input,” I said. “Wait!” Said Felicity. She even whined

Dad in Felicity’s ear as he ran his fingers through her

at times with how tender he could be towards Felicity. I had thought it was simply not in his nature but then I remembered how

opinion,” said my Mom. It seemed as though she just wanted to disagree with my Dad but I valued Thaddeus’ opinion

looking back at him. He stared at me and then at Friday who smiled though

deep rumbly voice, “I don’t trust Farris, And I never will but life has indeed dealt him a tough hand with which

intake of breath. Friday bit her lip. Fang looked like he didn’t blame him. Fallon and Fargo

Thaddeus. “I would spare his life but I would wipe his memory, rendering him no longer an

magic at times in their punishments. By magically wiping his memory, he could no longer plot revenge but he would forget everything, his children’s names and their faces. He would forget the fact that he ever had children, that he had ever married. In Farris’ case, this would truly free him. Did he deserve be left off the hook like that. I adjourned the meeting without an official ruling. I needed   intensely stupid choices when we made quick rasn decisions. I had almost IOSC Friday being nasty in my choices and my