The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

I calmed down a little. I shut the door.

“Um, try closing the door with you on the other side of it, son!” Said my father.

Tignored him and sat in a chair covering my face in my hands, totally exasperated. I heard a lot of
shuffling as they got dressed. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was soft and small. I looked up at her,

willing myself to detest her. She smiled and she looked exactly like Friday only older. I groaned and
sighed.

“Mrs Fenestra, how can you behave like this, think of my mother, think of Friday’s father,” I implored her.
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She laughed sadly. “Trust me, Friday’s father doesn’t care. He only married me because he wanted sons
to pass his Beta lineage onto.”

“Is Friday his?” I asked suddenly, an unspeakable fear gripping me as I glanced at my father. My father
rolled his eyes. “Of course she is, Alpha Maze,” chucked Mrs Fenestra. “You can’t be fated to a relative,
half or otherwise. Fate isn’t crazy,” my father said.

Relief washed over me. Friday and I looked nothing alike but I just wanted clarification for my peace of
mind.

“And all of Friday’s brothers?” I asked. “Mine and Friday’s Dad,” said Mrs Fenestra.

“You’re an only child, don’t worry,” said my father. “Does Mom know you guys are up here?” I asked
incredulously. “No,” said my father. “Your mother and I hardly speak and we haven’t shared a room since
you were ten,”

“Why don’t you just divorce then and marry Friday’s mom?” | asked dryly.

“That would be a huge scandal,” said my father. Of course, he was thinking of keeping up appearances.

“And then Friday would be your little step-sister,” said Mrs Fenestra, raising her eyebrows. I felt
nauseated. “Stupid idea, sorry,” I said quickly. “Maybe we will one day,” my father said offhandedly. “But
you already knew all of this Maze.”

He had suggested the truth at the awkward dinner with Friday and her family but seeing really was
believing.

“He’s just shocked, Dear, it’s an upsetting thing,” said Friday’s mom, running her fingers through my
father’s hair..

“He’s a grown man now, not a little boy. I refuse to coddle him,”griped my father.

“Malachi! Stop it!” Said Friday’s mom playfully smacking his arm. I had never seen my father allow
anyone to talk to him like that. “You behave, ok?” she said grabbing his chin. He folded his arms and
scowled like a petulant child.

“Friday isn’t here, is she?” Whispered Mrs Fenestra. I shook my head. She gave a sigh of relief. Maze? A
deep voice I did not recognise at first called. I tried to place the voice amidst all my confusion.

Thaddeus? I said. Alarm bells went off in my head. Thaddeus had literally never mind-linked me before. I
had mind-linked him once about Friday. What’s wrong? Where’s Friday? Is she all right? What
happened?

My heart raced and my breath hitched in my throat. She had just broken her foot. Had she fallen and
gotten injured worse?

Relax! She’s fine! She’s the one who asked me to check on you. She said she felt something was wrong
with you, Thaddeus explained.

My little wolf-less Friday had sensed my emotions correctly from miles away. That did not add up. Even
an Alpha would struggle with that unless directly using a mind-link.

I…she’s right…I was upset…but I’ll be fine, Trambled. Something occurred to me. But why do you care,
Thaddeus? It’s your day.

Because Friday cares and I care about Friday, said the Alpha.

I thought about that and realised he was right. Something bad happening to Thaddeus would not make
me happy either because it would devastate Friday and her happiness was my happiness. This put

us both in a weird predicament. I pushed those thoughts away.

I did not want Friday to worry too much. She needed her strength to heal. It occurred to me that I had
neglected to tell Friday’s family anything. Friday always seemed to think none of them cared for her but

they should probably know.

“I have to get back to Friday. She’s recovering from a horseback riding accident,” I told them. Friday’s
mother gasped. My father paled. I had forgotten how much he liked little Friday.

“Is she all right?” Asked Friday’s Mom. “Why didn’t you tell us anything?” My father asked, disgruntled.
because sne s wol-less. Sne proke ner root. Sne’s in a cast. inen sne’ll need pnysiotherapy for a few
weeks or months the orthopaedic doctor said,” I explained.