The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Chapter 60: Daddy Dearest

Friday’s POV

As always, at a few minutes to midnight, Thaddeus and Maze parted ways from me, leaving me alone in a cold empty bed. The day’s events made the bed colder and emptier somehow. I felt so alone. It was not as though my father had ever given me the slightest inclination that he loved me. He had never paid attention to me, complimented me, comforted me or shown that he was proud of me. Not a single memory of him was pleasant. I remembered his smile though directed at someone else and his laughter though! had not been privy to the joke. I had loved him from a distance as I still did now. I sighed. Sleep would not come easily tonight.

I looked at the clock. It was five minutes past midnight. Officially Day 19 of the Challenge. 11 more days. Did I still have to pick? I didn’t, did I? Even though I had never dared to dream much I had in fact always assumed my father would walk me down the aisle. If anyone had decided they wanted me that was. Dad was always quick to remind me no one would want a wolf-less she wolf in their bloodline so I shouldn’t expect many offers. He had also said being wolf-less might mean I didn’t have a mate or wouldn’t recognise the mate bond at first even if I had one. He’d been partially right about that. I certainly had mates but both Maze and Thaddeus had had to tell me they were my mates at first. I smiled. I wished they could sneak back into bed with me.

I crept downstairs to the Beta floor. I was sure Fang was sleeping soundly. He had enough on his plate without me disrupting his sleep. I went all the way down to the common area of the ground floor. There were several male voices. They were talking about mates. Timothy, Titus, Fallon and Fargo were among them. I could not tell Timothy from Titus and vice versa.

“I hope I meet my mate soon,” said either Timothy or Titus. “Yeah me too,” said Fallon. “Me three, actually,” said Fargo.

“Not me. I’m not ready to be tied down yet,” said either Titus or Timothy, whoever hadn’t spoken first.

“Your sister is hot though,” said Timothy/Titus. “Bro!! Seriously!!! Could you not?!” Exclaimed Fallon while Fargo made retching sounds.

Idescended the stone steps to the dungeons. I wondered if I had an aversion to silver now. I didn’t have an issue with it before I discovered my wolf. I eyed the sterling silver bars as they glowed in the moonlight that filtered through the small windows in the ceiling.

Touch them. You can. You’re special. You’re not like the others.

I touched the silver bars. They still did not burn even though I had a wolf now. They felt cold and smooth. I ran my fingers along them as I walked towards the last cell. I saw a tall man, face down on the floor, thinner than I remembered. A mass of dark tangled hair obscured his face. He lay motionless on the floor. The cot behind him was empty. Had he fallen out of it?

“Dad?” I whispered.

placed a finger to a bar and I heard the hiss as the silver burnt his fingertip. He groaned

were tear-streaked. “Did you mean to kill Malachi?” I asked. He sighed. “Of course I did, at the time,” he said. “And Elizabeth?” I whispered., He

the balls to finish Malachi

two bars. My nose and mouth were in the space between them, my hands gripping the bars as I kneeled on the floor like a child peering through the bars of

be devastated. Malachi

shot out and grasped me by the throat. I heard hissing as he singed his arm against the silver in the process. I gripped

You’re a w***e just like your mother!”

throat. I panted until breathing became easier. I didn’t even have time to process what had just

did with the other

try to release him if I worked up the nerve to do so. The punishment for something like that was also death but I would rather put my own life in Maze’s and Malachi’s hands than my father’s. I knew Maze could

either. He wished he had fathered us. “What?!” I said. “Sold

one?!” I screeched, more tears streaming down my cheeks. He cackled

We had three boys already. I didn’t want any girls. I knew they’d be whores like their mother. She was so happy when she found out it was a girl. She wanted to name her Flora or Florence. She

growled, my eyes black. He actually flinched. “You had enough! You just

stupid. I didn’t know who he was! Just that he existed. How could I be sure it was mine? I remember when it was born,”

I screamed. “She was born!”

one had come down to the dungeons yet with all our

totally out of it. I was drunk admittedly. I considered killing it. But I was merciful. What if it was mine? I sold it,” he said. “Made a fortune! Drank most of it away but still. Told your stupid

I was silent.

her to?” I whispered through tears, too

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