The challenge two alphas one girl novel Chapter 2

Maze’s POV

As I walked into the pack house I was met with cheers and applause. Everyone rushed to meet me. I had been away from home for too long, two years, to be exact. My travels had greatly enriched the pack in terms of allies and trade. My father pulled me into a bear h.ug. Beta Fang shook my hand.

“Welcome back, Alpha, it’s an honour,” he said solemnly.

I smiled. The pack had prepared a h.uge feast in my honour. The pack house where I would live had five floors, each more luxurious than the next. The top floor was for me. The beta and gamma took the fourth and third floors respectively. The second floor was for pack meetings. The first or ground floor was common ground for any pack member with a h.uge living area, a colossal dining area, a massive kitchen, a gaming room, an olympic sized swimming pool and gym.

The smell of the feast wafted throughout the pack house but an even more potent smell distracted me. My inner wolf stirred. The scent of wildflowers was driving me crazy. What was that? It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever encountered and it was getting fainter and fainter as if the source was moving away from me. My wolf recognised what it meant. My mate was not here amongst the pack. She was moving in the opposite direction.

“Who’s missing?” I asked the Beta.

“No one,” said Fang, looking confused.

“That’s impossible,” I said sternly, using my alpha voice which made everyone fall silent.

“Well,” spluttered Fang. “The only person missing is um…”

“You threw Friday out, remember,” said someone who greatly resembled Fang.

“Excuse me, Alpha, I’m Fallon,” Fallon said with a little bow.

“And I’m Fargo,” said Fargo, coming into view out of nowhere. I realised Fallon and Fargo were identical twins, the younger brothers of Fang.

“Who’s Friday?” I asked, already having an idea of the answer.

“Our little sister,” chorused the twins.

“Why’d you throw her out?” I said, my voice deadly.

“Alpha, please, let’s talk about this privately,” said Fang in a low voice.

I rolled my eyes but obliged him. He wanted to go to the second floor conference room but I stalked off, heading out of the pack house, following the flowery scent.

I could talk to Fang and trail the beautiful aroma. Fang hurried after me.

“Alpha,” he said, as we neared the woods, “my sister is wolf-less.”

That stopped me in my tracks. Wolf-less. My heart plummeted. My mate could not be wolf-less. I was an alpha. How could I be fated to someone wolf-less? I had to investigate this.

I slowly started walking again. The source of the scent was no longer drifting away. It was stationary, somewhere.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah, Friday is twenty years old. She should have phased two years ago but didn’t,” Fang explained.

“My parents gave her six months to see what would happen. Then they asked her to leave our house. She lives in this woods now in a cottage,” Fang said matter-of-factly.

I was of two minds. If she really was my mate, my heart broke for her but at the same time, my pride was devastated. I could not accept such a mate. I was from a long line of extremely powerful alphas all mated to very impressive she-wolves.

We found the cottage and the scent intensified. She was definitely inside. My beta started banging on the door.

“Friday!” Yelled Fang. Nothing. I was getting impatient with my beta and he could tell.

“Friday! Come on, the alpha wants to meet you!” He bellowed.

I heard soft footsteps, the sound of the door unlatching and creaking open.

A pet!te girl hesitantly stepped out of the cottage. I was immediately struck by her beauty. My inner wolf howled in excitement. Her dark hair cascaded around her and was one of the main contributors to that delicious scent. Her skin was golden and smooth, her doe eyes wide and fearful. A black cat appeared behind her ankle, hissed at me and stalked off. I ignored it.

“I’m Maze Mason, the Alpha of Marigold,” I said frankly.

“I’m Friday Fenestra,” she said with a little bow.

“The Beta’s sister,” I added.

She shrugged.

“What happened on your eighteenth birthday?” I asked.

He proceeded to dismiss my brother after our introductions and then he asked me a strange question.

I paused, searching for the right words. “You’re the alpha. You’re wonderful. Tall. Strong. Handsome,” I said, whispering the last word.